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letra de what i'm saying - yrn murk

[hook: john wic]
too many n-ggas they talkin’, they don’t even know what they talkin’ about
ridin’ around with the rocket, you try me i bet i’m gon’ pull that b-tch out
hundreds and fifties and twenties, these twenties and fifties, you know what i’m ’bout
you play with my money, i promise we shooting, we pull up, we air that b-tch out
see what i’m sayin’? see what i’m sayin’? (f-ck is you sayin’)
my young n-ggas reckless they poppin’ the molly and takin’ the xan (poppin’ the bars)
see what i’m sayin’? see what i’m sayin’? (f-ck is you sayin’)
you f-ck with my money, i send my young n-ggas to cut off your hand (john wic)

[verse 1: john wic]
poppin’ the bars, my young n-ggas reckless
you n-ggas scary, you pay for protection
24 karat gold all on my necklace
i got them silent k!llers in my section
ready to aim and squeeze in your direction
good dope clean, i took from the mexicans
straight drop lean, i drink for the h-ll of it
purple codeine, i’m spiking my beverage
told these n-ggas that i’m going in
ain’t my fault that you broke again
hundred shots ’cause it’s plenty men
only family, i don’t do the friends
wipe his nose just like a baby
carbon 15 like the navy
i been on bullsh-t lately
geeking off percocets daily
all these chains like i’m locked up
twenty-six inch on a box truck
i hang around a lot of shottas
protect your life with the chopper
political meetings with mobsters
i only eat lunch with the monsters
wake up starving with the vultures
pest control for the rodents

[verse 2: migo domingo]
see what i’m sayin? you see what i’m sayin’? (the f-ck is you sayin’?)
my young n-ggas reckless they poppin’ the perkys and eatin’ them xans (they poppin’ the bars)
my k!llers they ready, they wipe down the sticks and load up the vans (ready to go)
young n-gga go get ’em, he aimin’ a pistol at you and your mans (you and your ho)
y’all n-ggas ain’t really with the f-ck sh-t
pull up to the trap shop, we gon’ dump sh-t
wet his whole team up, got him seasick (wet him up)
you a sweet lick, n-gga you a free kick (sweet lick)
i swear to god we ain’t scared of n0body
my n-gga came home, he just beat another body
bands off the boat but don’t call me lil yachty
mama always told me never let a n-gga try me (never)
all of these n-ggas they talkin’ (they talkin’)
but what are they talkin’ about? (nothin’)
we pull up to shows, we pull up to cribs (then what?)
and air that b-tch out
we don’t give a f-ck, we lay in the bushes (where?)
at your mama’s house
when you diss on the gang, get shot in your face (b-tch)
for running your mouth

- yrn murk

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