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YRK Laynez

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I been solo wit my ice on trynna chill Nigga
You feel like Everybody against you how it feel Nigga?
You hanging wit them no you not real nigga
He from the hood all he know is get mad and kill nigga
All he know is kill a opp
He gon up the stick got one in the top
Remind me of Vixx how I shoot the chop
All these fake made cliques
They all gone end a flop
I done found the sauce, so yrk on top
I just found the sauce so YRK on top
Catch a opp and shoot his top that nigga in uh lot
All the nigga dissed on us I hope y'all niggas rot
Pull up with that 40 on his grave and let that bitch go pop
(Pop, pop, pop, pop)
Y'all wonder where his chain go?
I took that bitch it's in my neck now where the f*ck his gang go
Y'all niggas scary y'all some hoes y'all ran off in the ran tho
It's crazy how I locked the doors with yo fucking main hoe
Dreads shaking out the window when he in the Durango
My family couldn't understand why we gotta lay low
It's just hard to comprehend if you know you know
I been Swervin in that benz my money ain't no play-Doh
I been solo wit my ice on trynna chill Nigga
You feel like Everybody against you how it feel Nigga
You hanging wit them no you not real nigga
He from the hood all he know is get mad and kill nigga
All he know is kill a opp
He gon up the stick got one in the top
Remind me of Vixx how I shoot the chop
All these fake made cliques
They all gone end a flop
I done found the sauce, so yrk on top
I'm wearing designer shoes, I don't know what they is
I hopped up in a coupe', I don't know what I'm riding in
He ain't get his opp so he gon try again
He ain't get his opp do he got ride again
Spin again
Spin again
Spi-spin again
Shoot his friend
Get his friend
Get-get get his mans
We getting rich I stuck to the plan
Since 6th grade I knew I was the man
I'm doing numbers I'll call you when I land
(But wait)
I ain't going down tho
And he thought his girl was faithful she was lowkey cheating on the down low
And her bestie hating on me how you work a job and you still broke
I should've looked at yo friends and known you been a hoe
I been solo wit my ice on trynna chill Nigga
You feel like Everybody against you how it feel Nigga
You hanging with them no you not real nigga
He from the hood all he know is get mad and kill nigga
All he know is kill a opp
He gon up the stick got one in the top
Remind me of Vixx how I shoot the chop
All these fake made cliques
They all gone end a flop
I done found the sauce, so yrk on top

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