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letra de whip out the stick - pyt ny

[intro: young ant]
extortin’ these n-ggas, we slide on they block
you a stupid lil’ n-gga, your b-tch gave the drop
got him hidin’ inside ’cause he scared of the glock
ayy, i got ny in this b-tch with me, ayy
pyt ny, huh, yeah (ness)

[verse 1: young ant]
i came up from nothing, that’s why a n-gga thuggin’
you think i ain’t stepping, i dare a n-gga touch me
run off with her brain, no, i ain’t playing hubby
i’m smoking exotic, you would think that i’m musty
rocking out shows, bad b-tches wanna f-ck me
i be throwing up four ’cause a young n-gga thuggin’
n-ggas ain’t sliding, these n-ggas be bluffin’
f-ck toting them glocks, my n-ggas be bustin’
bustin’ your sh-t like you down, ayy
smokin’ on gas by the pound, ayy
come f-ck with the gang, you around
got shots, so we sendin’ ’em out
slide down on your ave, have your block duckin’
it’s a phone call away, they ain’t doubt nothin’
got some n-ggas that pray just to drop somethin’
take his ass out the picture, so we cross somethin’, ayy
i’m gettin’ money, so i’m toting this pole
you say you that you solid, but i know that you told
you say it’s your b-tch, put d-ck in her throat
oh, you say you a stepper, better take your ass home
’cause i don’t give a f-ck and i get your ass gone
like pick him up, get him up out of here
y’all n-ggas be cap, this is my year
nah, i ain’t takin’ no pics, i’ma disappear, ayy

[chorus: young ant]
i got a stick and i got a glock
i whip out a stick, these b-tches on c-ck
got ny in the booth so you know it’s a lock
i don’t know who had shot him, got him feelin’ like pac
extortin’ these n-ggas, we slide on they block
you a stupid lil’ n-gga, your b-tch gave the drop
got him hidin’ inside ’cause he scared of the glock
hidin’ inside ’cause he scared of the glock
i got a stick and i got a glock
i whip out a stick, these b-tches on c-ck
got ny in the booth so you know it’s a lock
i don’t know who had shot him, got him feelin’ like pac
extortin’ these n-ggas, we slide on they block
you a stupid lil’ n-gga, your b-tch gave the drop
got him hidin’ inside ’cause he scared of the glock
hidin’ inside ’cause he scared of the glock, b-tch

[verse 2: pyt ny]
(diss pyt and you not, b-tch)
you think i’m the one, but i’m not it
put the bread in your face, this a knot, b-tch
got me trending on the ‘gram, hot topic
and y’all like to fight, i’m a hot b-tch
heard these b-tches talk sl!ck but ain’t pop sh-t
see my video on the ‘gram, but they crop it
beat a b-tch ’til she sleep, unconscious, ayy
i hop in the coupe, turn into a lam’
i step with my brothers, know they gon’ blam
i tell ’em to go, they slidin’, no plan
i can’t find you, b-tch, i k!ll your mans
hold him for ransom, make him strip for bands
it’s funny how b-tches turned into my fans
they watching my moves, yeah, i do my dance
i’m a skinny lil’ b-tch, still shakin’ ass
and ain’t sh-t free, n-gga, show me cash
f-ck a broke boy, i been had a bag
i come in first place, i never been last
a b-tch act stupid, b-tch, get dragged
ain’t sh-t free, n-gga, show me cash
f-ck a broke boy, i been had a bag
i come in first place, i never been last
a b-tch act stupid, b-tch, get dragged

[chorus: pyt ny]
yeah, i got a stick i got a glock
i whip out the stick, these b-tches on c-ck
got ant in the booth so you know it’s a lock
i don’t know who had shot him, got him feelin’ like pac
extortin’ these hoes, we slide on they block
you a stupid lil’ b-tch, your friend gave the drop
got her hidin’ inside ’cause she scared of the glock
got her hidin’ inside ’cause she scared of the glock, glock, glock

[outro: pyt ny]
and ain’t sh-t free, n-gga, show me cash
f-ck a broke boy, i been had a bag
and ain’t sh-t free, n-gga, show me cash
f-ck a broke boy, i been had a bag
and ain’t sh-t free, n-gga, show me cash
f-ck a broke boy, i been had a bag
i come in first place, i never been last
a b-tch act stupid, b-tch, get dragged

- pyt ny

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