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YBC Knokbak

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Aye, Bitch Gang!
Aye
Bitch
Uh
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F*ck around wit' the dawggys pop out Benihana's in Prada then pop out on Bonneville
Want it get it I got it I'm going the hardest I'm just being honest I might as well
Catch a opp he freeze up man he prolly still
Make sure shawty look fly in them Prada heals
Yeah my set go the hardest so I swear to god that my choppas and ridas gon' prolly kill
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F*ck a opp he get shot nigga time'll heal
I told his mom its his time so he outta here

Uh, Uh, We gon' swing like a baseball
Had to switch up the drill kept comparing me to kay flock
Three hunnid shots nigga check on your mans
Cuz we caught him nodding off percys and xans
Uh
Stand tall like a tower
Better call out your mans cuz your dawg is a coward
Uh, Uh
Caught 'em twist 'em like pasta
Left him leaking they ringing 'em out like a towel
Uh, Uh
F*ck my teachers I never learned shit in school
I was raised by the streets I guess thats why I act a fool
Uh, Uh
I'm smoking opps by the dozen like egg cartons
Guess thats why I'm the shit and y'all asses just stay farting
Uh, Uh, I'm balling again
I was balling when trapping I'm on it again
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Fleet of bitches and they stay foreign
Fleet of cars and you know thats the same foreign
Pedal to the floor you know I stay flooring
I'm on my way to the top niggas stay snoring
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Put my all in they still sleeping on me
Who was there when they creeping on me
Uh, Uh
Think he scared we gon' really bring heat
Cuz I gotta snare and a blicky on me
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Throw yo gang up
East side baby I cannot change up
Uh, Uh
And the streets dun raised us
They taught us to never let the money change us
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I really go hard for my brothers
That be locked in a can or thats dead in a bucket
Uh, yeah
I really go hard for my team
Bitch its big YBC x DSG what you mean?
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She gon' blow me like I was a saxophone
Catch a opp then we knock his ass over like traffic cones
I was lost in the block in the back alone
Yeah young knokbak was lost in the ma'fucking battle zone
Uh, Yeah lil' bitch I'm with savages I am not having it
If its ever a problem catastrophe tackling it
Too much happening back where we live
Turn to a tragedy nigga a pack what you is
Uh, Uh
300 buckets
We send 300 shots at the opps nigga f*ck it
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They gon' fold they gon' crumble like styrofoam
'Member times in the dark I was all alone
Uh, Uh
We send shots at your mans
Send 300 shots then skrt off in the benz
No you can't get a dollar don't want any friends
I been nice for too long now I need me them bands
Uh, Uh
She gon' blow like a trumpet
Shout out jr my outter you know he gon' dump it
Uh, Uh
Got the glocks in the dash
If we spin thru they block and we miss spin it back
Uh, If we spin through they block and we miss
Grab that glock wit' a cock spin they blocky again
Said he on hots we gon' pop out wit' 10
Bitch I come from the blocks where your dawg'll pretend
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Can't believe niggas act like they got it hard
Where I come from we so ain't 'posed to make it far
All the shit that I been thru my heart got the deepest scars
I'm a star see me shine from like Saturn, Mars
I'm a star see me shine why they mad at me
Is it cuz I'm 17 making double they salary
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Niggas don't got the balls just to battle me
Yeah lil' shawty gon' ride all night long she gon' saddle me

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