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letra de made it - sob x rbe

[intro: yhung t.o.]
yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah

[chorus: yhung t.o.]
sob x rbe that’s the gang b-tch (gang b-tch)
we came up from nothin’ now we famous (famous)
i know n-ggas hate that i made it (that i made it)
i know n-ggas hate that i made it (made it)
chop leave a n-gga faceless (faceless)
codeine in my cup what i’m drankin’ (what i’m drankin’)
my mama tell me it’s a d-mn shame (d-mn shame)
if i could re-do my life i wouldn’t change it

[verse 1: yhung t.o.]
up that glock on that boy and he froze up (he froze up)
got yo’ b-tch 10 toes down not 10 toes up (10 toes up)
if a n-gga want problems we smoke ’em (smoke ’em)
you won’t see me on that block if i ain’t tote ’em
i come straight up of that block, i got them bands on me (bands on me)
i’ll never let no n-gga put his hands on me (put his hands on me)
i ain’t cuffin’ on no b-tch, i do my dance on ’em
naw, i gotta keep that charlie in my hands only
and we gon’ slide and slide back and never back down (back down)
all this eatin’ i been doin’ got me fat now (fat now)
and i ain’t goin’ to that club if it’s a pat down (ahh)
ah ricky run, shorty hit a n-gga back now
all this betrayal i done seen made me trust less (made me trust less)
and yo b-tch tryna hit my cuff she wanna function (she wanna function)
and if it’s smoke, we up, it ain’t no discussion
all my n-ggas wit’ the sh-t and play wit’ sticks like percussion (like percussion)

[verse 2: lul g]
underrated? all these n-ggas wanna diss right? (diss right)
take a glance i can see me in yo’ b-tch life (see me in yo’ b-tch life)
glock 18 fully wit’ a big light (that’s a big pole)
f-ck a bag it’s on my hip keep my grip right (boom, boom)
sob x rbe that’s the gang huh? (that’s that gang b-tch)
they say a n-gga change ’cause i got some change now (i ain’t change sh-t)
no clout got a bag and some fame now
now i f-ck his b-tch, -ss bent wit’ her face down (lil’ b-tch)
and the sleep get slept, so i don’t f-ck wit’ n-ggas (i don’t f-ck wit’ n-ggas)
claim you really up in traffic but you duckin’ n-ggas (nerd n-gga)
i been slidin’ to the neck, you only tough wit’ n-ggas (you ain’t hard n-gga)
got ’bout 50 on this glock, can hit a dozen victims (boom, boom)
b-tch ain’t know me now she see me say a n-gga famous (say a n-gga famous)
change a thing? h-ll no i won’t change sh-t (i won’t change sh-t)
all my life took risks, can’t fabricate sh-t (i don’t tell a lie)
still hard body, pole on me, catch a face lift (lil’ b-tch)

[verse 3: daboii]
can’t believe the closest to me started switchin’ up
the fame get to our head? naw b-tch ain’t lettin’ it get to us
they want to go against us so bad they started cliquin’ up
got a mongoose for every snake tryna hiss at us
d-mn a lot of sh-t ain’t the same
so much sh-t that i seen, so much sh-t i can’t say
d-mn and i can’t even complain
yeah, i can say that i made it, still stuck in my ways
to see them n-ggas on that shirt’ll have my soul feelin’ great
if i opened up to you, you would open a case
was just a lion of the jungle but i roll wit’ the apes
steady tryna keep up wit’ us y’all too slow for the pace
we was youngin’s in this sh-t feel like i’m startin’ to age
so much pain up in my body, how much more can i take?
act like everything good, how much more can i fake?
and if they don’t let us in then the door finna break on ’em

[outro: yhung t.o.]
up that glock on that boy and he froze up (he froze up)
got yo’ b-tch 10 toes down not 10 toes up (10 toes up)
if a n-gga want problems we smoke ’em (smoke ’em)
you won’t see me on that block if i ain’t tote ’em
i come straight up of that block, i got them bands on me (bands on me)
i’ll never let no n-gga put his hands on me (put his hands on me)
i ain’t cuffin’ on no b-tch, i do my dance on ’em
naw, i gotta keep that charlie in my hands only

- sob x rbe

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