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letra de we da 1z - yrb tezz

[intro]
ayy, we the ones (dotdot, you made this beat?)
yrb the way
f-ck poppin’, dotdot

[chorus]
we the ones up in the city, got them n-ggas scared
we the ones, gon’ pop out on the opps, we don’t care how they play it
if he in the fishbowl, then he know he gotta duck his head
we the ones, gon’ pop out on them boys and make ’em use they legs
we the ones, got b-tches back to back bringin’ them ‘bows in
we not the ones to try, n-gga, know we brought them poles in
we the ones, put the opps up in the crib way before quarantine
b-tch, i blew a hundred like 4x, this sh-t gettin’ borin’ to me

[verse]
i’m the one that keep dubbin’ your b-tch, she keep annoyin’ me
i’m off, like, a eight of wock’ (uh-huh), but i ain’t snorin’
b-tch, i just dropped the top on a brand new foreign
ayy, i just sent two-hundred off with two different foreigns
sendin’ packs state to state, they think a n-gga tourin’
soon as we get the drop, then you know my n-ggas scorin’
b-tch, i’m off a eight of wock’, uh (uh-huh), but i keep pourin’
b-tch think she stayin’ the night, uh-uh, i ain’t goin’
ever since lil’ buddy died, yeah, this sh-t been blowin’
yeah, my opps ain’t on the crumb, b-tch, i’m already knowin’ (uh-huh)
lil’ bro got rich up off the ice, you’ll think it’s snowin’ (uh-huh)
you’ll think it’s ten of me the way a n-gga doin’ it (uh-huh)
the way that lil’ b-tch hit the head, thought she did p-rn (uh-huh), yeah
lil’ bro went crazy with that drac’, might’ve broke his arm, yeah
we the ones that know you boys don’t mean no harm (don’t mean no harm)
yeah, i know them n-ggas want my chain but they know i ain’t goin’
we the ones up in the city, got them neighbours callin’ 12
they still hollerin’ out slime, sendin’ sh-t through the mail
only f-ck with vacuum seal, won’t catch me lookin’ at no scale
i don’t gotta post my weed, b-tch, i got clientelle
don’t try to hit me with no cashapp, i don’t f-ck with no zelle
i need cash in my hands soon as them b-tches land
just sent this white ho on a flight, that b-tch brought her best friend
told that lil’ b-tch to be careful, this flight cost me a benz (a benz, on god)
[chorus]
we the ones up in the city, got them n-ggas scared
we the ones, gon’ pop out on the opps, we don’t care how they play it
if he in the fishbowl, then he know he gotta duck his head
we the ones, gon’ pop out on them boys and make ’em use they legs
we the ones, got b-tches back to back bringin’ them ‘bows in
we not the ones to try, n-gga, know we brought them poles in
we the ones, put the opps up in the crib way before quarantine
b-tch, i blew a hundred like 4x, this sh-t gettin’ borin’ to me (dotdot, you made this beat?)

- yrb tezz

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