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letra de untitled - p.y.g

[intro: young sykes]
hol’ tight myself (hol’ tight myself), young sykes (young sykes)
dunkno (dunkno)
free all the jail birds (dunkno, dunkno, dunkno)
billy (billy), young spen (young spen), max (max), benzino (benzino), adz (adz, haha)
yg’s show them (yg’s show them)
yg hit dat (hit dat, hit dat, hit dat)

[verse 1: young gunna.d]
twisted, crazy, mental
aim for your temple, leave you f-cking dead in your rental slash
troublesome f-ck, i’m a beast coming up
get your head top bust, when i’m f-cking roll up, plus
bare other cliques can’t do sh-t, that’s why they only g-ngb-ng in their music
pyg, n-ggas know, that we do this
black on black matching my shank fam i move sick
young termz, and my n-gga brantz, they will shoot sh-t
l!ck something down, off the scene, fam i move quick
masked up, when i ride out, i ain’t stupid
i will a n-gga if he try to come, with the bullsh-t
throwing hoops, throwing out hoops, i just touched him
he clutching, he violated no discussion
bare n-ggas out here just fronting
but they act different when they looking down the barrel of a pump end (b-tches)

[verse 2: young size]
yeah (yeah x3), menace the kid (menace the kid x3)
pyg (pyg x3)
free all my jail birds (free all my jail birds x3)
darks (darks x3)
f-ck the goons (f-ck the goons x3)
it’s a free world, f-ck them, d-ckheads
my gas springs like an aerosol (aerosol)
and i can soul hit the sky (the sky), when that jezzie blows (jezzie blows)
f-ggots so tight i get head off of any hoe (any)
i get pree’ed through, flipping like nevil [?]
pr-cks better slow the ropes before i grab the heater fam and burner doe
chicks can be the deafy, so mind what you say tell
they can have a n-gga run up in your mums bit
screaming out, where’s the f-cking [?]?
i’m a young gunner, i ain’t trusting no f-cking hoe (f-ck that)
and these little pr-cks are p-ssing me off
but i don’t let my anger show (nah)
just to leave pressure when i bang the chrome and leave your ‘ead back
leaking, in the f-cking road
36 z, that’s at least a bill
of off every 0, and hit [?]
i only deal with the past cuz and never will i stop (never)
banging for ‘narm, py, you n-ggas know i’m riding for my squad (you n-ggas know)

[verse 3: t.snap]
yo, yo
sn, sn
n-ggas know the f-cking levels, trust me
pyg, py
bow
f-ck the rest of them, f-ck the rest of dem
buss your gun
shoot instant
couple gunners on the end don’t wanna flag
n-ggas know my name tiny f-cking snap
n-ggas know i’m repping for the black gang (yes)
free my dawgs esco, [?] and f-cking blackz
n-ggas know my mags goes on a hype
‘cus the feds are tryna lock up py (py)
n-ggas know my team let the slugs fly
right now it’s young gun and young sykes

- p y g

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