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letra de walk in - ybf k sauce

[verse]
walk in that b-tch wit’ the stick on me
who want the smoke we gon’ shoot at ya big homie
that n-gga know i got his b-tch on me
left her alone ’cause my hoe ’bout to trip on me
i can’t walk out the house unless i got the bl!ck
’cause a opp n-gga say he put 10 on me
call up my n-gga d he say he on the way
and i know that he ain’t finna switch on me
whole lotta racks in this b-tch, i been ballin’
since i was a young n-gga, ain’t never had sh-t
now they playin’ my sh-t
n-gga i had to sleep on the floor, i ain’t sleep on no mattress
if a opp say he uppin’ the score then i’m uppin’ the pole
i ain’t just on no rap sh-t
these n-ggas just be out herе rappin’, cappin’
that get you put in a caption, laughin’
know i gotta stay true to my sh-t
pockets bluе than a b-tch like i’m bangin’ on 60
and the opps tryna see how i live
put that sh-t on my kid you gon’ die when this sh-t blow
you could die ’bout some money or takin’ my sh-t
i ain’t shootin’ sh-t over a b-tch though
you can’t tell on the gang or we gon’ be outside wit’ the sh-t
tryna see where that sh-t go
into it wit’ us
you better move out wit’ yo kids
these young n-ggas know how i live
i catch me a body, i won’t get to posting ’bout sh-t
n0body gon’ know what i did
call up my n-ggas, got foe nem outside of yo crib
walk out and we shootin’ yo sh-t
load up that glock, got 32 up in the clip
n0body gon think i’m a l!ck
gang, gang, gang
they know what it is
they know we gon’ pop sh-t
you would think i’m a chef in the kitchen
like it’s benihana, i stay wit’ a chopstick
heard a opp got his tool sn-tched by his mama
but he know he wasn’t gon’ drop sh-t
you would think i’m a janitor
i wipe the block down when i pull up that mopstick
imma be in it forever
i came out the goat
and all these years later ain’t sh-t change
you wanna know what i know
have a talk wit’ yo hoe
and see what’s on yo b-tch
told my shawty these n-ggas be hoes
i keep me a pole
’cause these n-ggas been lame
and i don’t give a f-ck what you did
n-gga you better duck when that muhf-ckin’ bl!ck aim
walk in wit’ it on me
b-tch you gon’ die by ya lonely
’cause n-ggas ain’t really ya homie
they don’t even know me
you wit’ it? then you gotta show me
put 8 in ya chest like kobe
that get back strong
i’m tryna see what’s goin’ on
you try me, it’s shots at ya dome
we shoot up ya home
told her don’t hit up my phone
i’m up in this b-tch in the zone
wanna talk that sh-t
n-gga you want smoke?
we pull up on them n-ggas and pop out
tryna say i’m a b-tch
lil’ bro i pulled up on yo ass
you ain’t wanna rock out
how the f-ck is you gang
i told you i’m beatin’ yo ass
you pullin’ a glock out
why you say you a trapper
boy yo mama beatin’ yo ass if you ever drop out
walk in wit’ that sh-t on me
aimin’ for yo head
heard the opps say i got hits on me
b-tch i still ain’t dead
how the f-ck he say he slidin’?
drop the addy, now he scared
he ain’t ridin’ wit’ his n-ggas
he get caught he turnin’ fed
diss on the gang, b-tch we on some hot sh-t
bring up the bag, he changin’ the topic
he talkin’ hot ’til lil’ bro get his block hit
he get to reachin’, you know imma pop sh-t
lil’ n-gga i been ybf and that sh-t to the death
n-gga talk out his neck, imma shoot like i’m steph
tryna earn me a stripe like a muhf-ckin’ ref
n-gga talkin’ too hot, don’t you come in my section
b-tch, young n-gga keep me a weapon
run up on me, you get hit wit’ that smith & wesson
ain’t a opp, turn a n-gga to harden, he get to steppin’
n-gga want it, i’m gettin’ tecs in

- ybf k sauce

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