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letra de play wit us - youngboy never broke again

[intro]
them n-gg-s ain’t gon’ f-ck with us
b-tch, name a n-gg- play with us
you know we kept them k’s with us
shout out lil rippah for makin’ the beat

[verse 1]
smokin’ dope with my hitter, plottin’ on the next one
he said, “all behind youngboy, i’m gon’ stretch somthin'”
i told him, “all behind that check, you better wet somethin'”
we swervin’ with them thang, it’s back to back until you n-gg-s bleed
i don’t know nothin’ but 4ktrey, i’m tryna t-shirt the b-tch
so i can’t trust my own n-gg-s, that’s how deep this sh-t get
i’m screamin’ death before dishonor and i stuck with the sh-t
but now you crossed me, i’m so slimey, got no love for a b-tch
the feds came and got tekashi, i been thinkin’ that i’m next
i’m screamin’ murder ’bout my n-gg- and now i’m gettin’ that off my chest
one scary b-tch that i ain’t get and i ain’t stoppin’ ’til he stretched
b-tch you fumblin’ through yo’ sh-t and send bullets through yo’ neck
in the club screamin’ out, “who want it?” fill my pocket with bodies
i got them pounds on the couch, the chopper right by the faucet
i just got 80 for a show, street n-gg-s spent the deposit
plus i spent 50 for a jet, b-tch, i ain’t trippin’, i got it

[chorus]
i’m steady drawin’ blood for blood like catch this slug
them n-gg-s shouldn’t have played with us, uh-uh, uh
foolio let that hammer bust, slip one time and you bite the dust
that’s when you n-gg-s die (b-tch -ss n-gg-)
guns in retaliation, ask me what to make, i say, “a body”
them drugs bring it out and i can’t hide it
tryna link me to some sh-t, i told ’em i don’t know about it
b-tch, i’m bangin’ 4ktrey, they all gon’ lay, we swing that chopper

[verse 2]
they talk the sh-t, but they just better keep they head on
you play, you die, but on this side, we call it “dead wrong”
i’m sendin’ prayers to the sky, my n-gg- dead and gone
so i be aimin’ at yo’ noggin’ ’til yo’ head blown
after me, police tryna cuff me ’cause i run the streets
it’s double g, shoot a n-gg- up, you ain’t gon’ f-ck with me
it’s up with me, face on a t, ain’t stoppin’ ’til they all deceased
i throw them 3s, i bang them bs
i wiped his nose, the b-tch ain’t sneeze
i tote a glock, they tote a baretta, plus this b-tch a 9
uh, this happen every time
yeah, they shoulda known he slime
talkin’ out his top, this p-ssy b-tch done must have lost his mind
caught up in that fire (b-tch), wish you never tried
strap them ks now, fiendin’ for blood, n-body want play now
you get shot in yo’ face, huh
them young n-gg-s wild, ain’t n-body safe now
montana been two times, caught a body at the same time, up the rate, huh
gutter sound like drum line, and this one for ben, man
it’s okay now

[chorus]
guns in retaliation, ask me what to make, i say, “a body”
them drugs bring it out and i can’t hide it
tryna link me to some sh-t, i told ’em i don’t know about it
b-tch, i’m bangin’ 4ktrey, they all gon’ lay, we swing that chopper
i’m steady drawin’ blood for blood like catch this slug
them n-gg-s shouldn’t have played with us, uh-uh, uh
foolio let that hammer bust, slip one time and you bite the dust
that’s when you n-gg-s die (dead, you can’t say sh-t)

- youngboy never broke again

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