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letra de my crazy story pt.3 - the deadly youngan

[verse]
i’m up in jail i’m with that snitching n-gga like d-mn the f-ck you on
i’m up in jail i won’t do what i’ll get a f-ck ass n-gga gone
nah b-tch don’t say you sorry now finna send yo b-tch ass home
then a cop come up in this b-tch i was finna do him wrong
i’m up in court f-ck that n-gga zipped ain’t this bout a b-tch
ain’t saying sh-t b-tch i want my lawyer i ain’t no f-cking snitch
i swear to god when i get out of jail you getting hit with sticks
i couple months go by guess what b-tch i ain’t guilty for sh-t
so i get out like where that snitching nah don’t try to hide
i wait bout five then i get the drop i gotta improvise
remember what happened in story 1 that ain’t the way to slide
i gotta plan before i yea just me pull up with that fi
oh yea i see him at his mama house chilling on the street
i loop around and looped again and one more time just like a beat
hop out the back pop his ass you can’t snitch from in them sheets
get in the car did it by myself but that sh-t felt like it was eas
[news]
gotta lay low before they hit my fro this ain’t the way to go
guess what you got it i hear sirens n-gga cops up at the door
it ain’t no where to run it’s bust that drac or hide out with the four
so i put on that mask and get to bussin hit em in they fro
so b-tch i run ain’t looking back for sh-t you f-cking stupid jit
ain’t finna catch me you gone catch this l!ck from this 30 bl!ck
it’s d-mn near night i’m still running sh-t i ain’t getting zipped
my homie gave me the lo of a hideout underground not finding jit
somebody grabbed me it’s my own d-mn homies hit my face to the ground
b-tch that shirt hurt blood on on my shirt b-tch i know i need stitches
tryna stay up then i see some sh-t some sh-t come out the distance
but i don’t give a f-ck bout me i’m tryna give dominic assistance
then i realized who the f-ck it was dominic in existence
ain’t that a b-tch he put that flame up to my head i’m still resisting
i ain’t forget that if i catch dominic like a house he listing
he lucky i’m laying low or ill be with this choppa out here twisting
f-ck laying low i’m finna find this n-gga hit him in his sh-t
i ain’t no b-tch sh-t i’ll look for days just to k!ll this b-tch
b-tch f-ck it’s been like 3 weeks y’all still ain’t found a hit
he must be far but never far enough better not stop the blitz
the f-ck this n-gga not in the us finna chop him up like sushi
get on the flight we ain’t polite got this bad b-tch she real boujie
we on the plane with them choppas and this b-tch still giving couchie
ain’t n0body doing it like me i’m different as f-ck no yfn lucci

- the deadly youngan

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