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letra de dead homies - lil yungeen

[intro]
ayy, ayy
gang sh-t only, n-gga
you know what the f-ck goin’ on, man (djbeatsonfire, you did this?)
2300 gang, n-gga, you know how the f-ck we rockin’, n-gga
ayy, ayy

[chorus]
get caught hangin’ with the opps and you gon’ get your ass smoked (glah, glah)
get caught likin’ the opps’ post, we put you in that same boat
i can get your cousin to backdoor you (backdoor you)
f-ck you think this fame for? (glah)
we the type to pop out on you in a wig and raincoat
i’m with all them k!llers thuggin’
hit the city, i’m in a hot car, i’m with all my n-ggas buggin’
auntie call my phone through facebook, tell me squash it with my brother
this sh-t so deep right now, i catch him, i k!ll his ass in public, n-gga

[verse]
i don’t like them n-ggas, they don’t like my n-ggas (ayy, ayy)
and i’m too rich to be fightin’ them n-ggas (yeah, yeah)
he was talkin’ sh-t, caught him on the 9, here go your diaper, n-gga (here go your diapеr, n-gga)
you ain’t into it with gang for real
you don’t own your own pipe, lil’ n-gga (broke-ass n-gga)
with your brokе ass, n-gga (f-ck wrong with you?)
we ain’t tolerate no fake opps (ain’t no fake opps)
they can’t post up in they hood
they call somebody else hit they block (grr)
free trell 2300
only one i love from 4 block
kd got hit in the head, so we still count that as a face shot, ayy (what? what?)
if n-ggas ain’t die, they on the sh-t bag
for drilly, it’s a go, you a fake opp with your brick ass (gdk)
and i f-cked your baby mama while you was in jail, her thick ass (her thick ass)
regular glock on me in case i run up out that switch kind, glah (grr)
we get litty in the city (city, what?)
they had to buy them switches from foenem in case they wanted ’em on them glizzys (city, what?)
we don’t say “no cap” for foenem, me and lil’ bro ‘nem say “no kizzy” (city, what?)
all the opps know how we ride, n-gga, we gon’ spin ’til we get dizzy, n-gga
neil u b-tch, n-gga, doin’ all that dissin’ but
we ain’t doin’ no diss

[verse 2]
f-ck my brother, i told ’em he gotta go and get shot, he slide through (come here)
the night drilly died, if you was there, just know you dyin’ too (gang)
ask the opps from edk, next day, they ass was down two (down, man down)
h-llfire on the back of that glock, sound like a switch, it soundproof (brrah)
and i agreed to keep your son name out my mouth and i ain’t lied (let’s get it)
all the guns and chains and cars took out the city, ain’t none mine
i took sh-t on the chin three different times, so stop all that cryin’ (p-ssy-ass n-gga)
we put belt to ass, we spankin’ sh-t (come here), y’all still actin’ like y’all up (come here, come here)
sleazy vibes, what’s-his-name got hit in his sh-t, he called for help (ah)
he ain’t do it but still said, “f-ck ’em,” so he did that to himself (b-tch-ass n-gga)
block too hot, we can’t post up, we get to hangin’ down on wells (man, what?)
in the ‘6, ask the streets, i’m bigger than yeezy, i’m the g.o.a.t. (bigger than yeezy)
ain’t no g’s, we catch ’em, squeeze before the keys get in the door (‘fore the keys get in the door)
lil wock with me, he spinnin’ three times even though my boy a 4 (spin, spin, spin)
opps died, we don’t brag no more, we get to yellin’, “go” (man, what?) we know they your dead homies n-gga

[outro]
djbeatsonfire
yeah
(i catch him, i k!ll his ass in public, n-gga)
lil yungeen
f-ck edk

- lil yungeen

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