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letra de up the glock - p yungin

[verse 1: p yungin]
n-gga, f-ck that bar, i want him in a coffin
just for that talking, we pull up and off him
i send my youngins, they pull up like vultures
f-ck on your b-tch and i call her the bomb
hold on b-tch, don’t turn me down, ’cause when i catch you, i’ma leave you dead
all these n-ggas, they be speaking on thе gang, but they ain’t yet
we swеrved on him and i bet that p-ssy b-tch couldn’t see his head
the way the beat bassing up on a song’ll f-ck a n-gga bad
favorite color red and i’ll leave a n-gga dead
i’ll never trust a b-tch even if she give me some head
james harden in the glock, gg will bust a n-gga face
you better not get up out of place
4ktrey aiming at his face
well f-ck it, aim it at his base
these n-ggas talking, we don’t play
[chorus: p yungin]
i’m from that plaq, i go by p yungin, you know what it is
b-tch n-gga try something with my gang and we gon’ blow at his kids
i had some snakes up in my circle so you know what i did
sh-t, cos the gang, that’s what i claim, so n-gga, f-ck who you is
if it’s a problem, b-tch, you might wan’ solve it
punish him, i’m all the way to the top, no, i ain’t never falling
all my n-ggas, they balling
f-ck your b-tch then i have her calling
bust him up, have his people talking
leave a hole in his head like a dolphin
n-gga, f-ck that bar, i want him in a coffin

[verse 2: youngboy never broke again]
it’s code red, top say slime gon’ leave him dead
hop out and spray it, gon’ be taking off his head
we gon’ let him talk, that p-ssy boy just laying his bed
get his fingerprint to identify him, that’s what they said
cold case, i can’t let ’em slide, i gotta k!ll ’em what my soul say
riding inside that wraith just like a villain, i’m like who wan’ play?
this 4ktrey, we put guns to face, ain’t n0body safe
for indictment sakes, make sure he erased, bro’nem clean the plate

[chorus: p yungin]
i’m from that plaq, i go by p yungin, you know what it is
b-tch n-gga try something with my gang and we gon’ blow at his kids
i had some snakes up in my circle so you know what i did
sh-t, cos the gang, that’s what i claim, so n-gga, f-ck who you is
if it’s a problem, b-tch, you might wan’ solve it
punish him, i’m all the way to the top, no, i ain’t never falling
all my n-ggas, they balling
f-ck your b-tch then i have her calling
bust him up, have his people talking
leave a hole in his head like a dolphin
n-gga, f-ck that bar, i want him in a coffin
[verse 3: youngboy never broke again & p yungin]
went up right to that plate, they be stepping
pull up on him, i hit him with the weston
got a glock and a stick in a chevy
f-ck that boy, i’ma pop at his melon
we be all around the board
every night, i’ma sleep with that sword
throw it, leave that beef inside the streets, you know i tote
all these n-ggas, they be talking bringing pressure and we force it
torture, bring that b-tch down, n-gga know i’m for it
big extensions, reach him from a distance, no extension cords
bullets flying ’round the club, and them b-tches, they coming towards

[outro: p yungin]
yeah, b-tch, we’ll f-ck over any n-gga that come around
you know what it is, you heard me
big 38, you heard me
4ktrey cos sh-t
all these n-ggas, they be talking, these n-ggas ain’t cut
you hear me, i’m like that, i’ll bust you up

- p yungin

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