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letra de youngest in charge (ynic) - ap kesey

[intro: kesey]
gang sh-t, free the f-cking guys b-tch
t the f-ck up (gang!)

[chorus: kesey]
i bring the pills and the loud out
i bring the murder and cry it out
run up on me you get mandown
free my n-ggas out the can now
some of them locked for a mandown
i got your b-tch and she roll with me
i got this cuban its good with me
come here shawty pour a 4 wit me

i am the youngest in charge now
driving real fast in a car now
im in the trap with my mac out
i need a brick, break the brick down
shorty wanna suck til i drip down
40 gon’ blow, hear the clip sound
22, he wit me the bl!ck round
poppin these pills got me on clouds
shorty wanna f-ck cuz my bandz up
i cannot love her man, she let my mans f-ck
i pour a four in my fanta
in a beamer moving slow like a phantom
poppin pills by the gram, and my shootеrs cost a band
f-ck n-gga said i ran, i can barely even stand
you brokе n-ggas really k!ll me, hit the road come back look filthy
blueface with the blue strips i ain’t into holding only 20s
del frisco’s or the beni’s, d’usse or the henny (which one)
e-pill or a xanny, i bet she still drop her panties
[chorus: kesey]
i bring the pills and the loud out
i bring the murder and cry it out
run up on me you get mandown
free my n-ggas out the can now
some of them locked for a mandown
i got your b-tch and she roll with me
i got this cuban its good with me
come here shawty pour a 4 wit me

[verse 2: mack billy]
youngest n-gga that’ll get into it
b-tches like me cuz this life is stupid
im off the drugs so i be acting stupid
please don’t run up on me cuz i’m quick to shoot sh-t
b-tch i’m a shooter
and i’m toting big guns, so the bullets like rulers
catch a headshot you losing
i done scored on the opps, so them n-ggas is losers
tell them n-ggas to move up ‘fore i catch me a new one
catch me a new opp; grrrt bow!
im smokin they mans out the zip
and they soft so they ain’t gon do sh-t
how you shootin sh-t but dont own a bl!ck, n-ggas lie more than these b-tches
free my brothers out the prisons
wish these n-ggas would stop snitching
im off a bean so b-tch im trippin’
i swear i be trippin and sh-t
i ain’t got no love for a b-tch
i only stress over a l!ck
im stressing over all these tec’s
b-tches always on my back
cuz they know that i’m up next!
[chorus: kesey]
i bring the pills and the loud out
i bring the murder and cry it out
run up on me you get mandown
free my n-ggas out the can now
some of them locked for a mandown
i got your b-tch and she roll with me
i got this cuban its good with me
come here shawty pour a 4 wit me

[verse 3: skottie pimpin]
skottie pimpin from the balla block
f-ck ya b-tch never call alot
if i text ya b-tch then she in the spot
in and out of v’s like she own a lot
mad, mad cuz i caught the top
mad, mad cuz i caught the drop
see a opp call the thunder block
young n-gga that was taught to flock
call for po, u ain’t calling back
got a .44 for four take you off the map
30 deep keep the scope attached
actin like a ho, imma blow ya back
countin money til it overlap
i could sell it even if it goes to crack
free my n-ggas they ain’t goin back
cuz imma shoot it if they pose to clap
n-ggas talkin like they know me, shooting like gin0bli, play me for a jolie
give a f-ck if we ain’t even brodies, do it by my lonely, you can call your homey‘s
i just do it for the n-ggas who done kept it real and did this sh-t before me
free shotti, that’s my homie
gat can catch you like a goalie
[chorus: kesey]
i bring the pills and the loud out
i bring the murder and cry it out
run up on me you get mandown
free my n-ggas out the can now
some of them locked for a mandown
i got your b-tch and she roll with me
i got this cuban its good with me
come here shawty pour a 4 wit me

- ap kesey

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