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letra de fuck up the bands - ysn flow

[intro]
yeah
really be poppin’ my sh-t
yeah, on granny
yeah, yeah, yeah
glrrr

[chorus]
f-ck up the bands, racks in my pockets, can’t pull up my pants
still made it work, never made me no plans
i made some money before i made fans
knew they was fake with me before i had friends
these n-ggas sneaky, ain’t shakin’ no hands
they said i couldn’t, i showed ’em i can
choppas on deck, they came straight from [?]
these n-ggas can’t, never talk when i ran

[verse 1]
unless a run up that bag
hop in that [?] and run up thе dash
i really think that i’m ahead of my dad
i stay on my feet back when еverythin’ crash
i get a check and put half in the stash
poppin’ my sh-t but stay humble, don’t brag
i know that feelin’ to get it
and that feelin’ inside of your stomach
’cause you finna crash, relax
chill on them pills, i’m not tryna relapse
these n-ggas broke, i’m not tryna be that
know ’bout the struggle, don’t wanna go back
straight out that mud, i’m addicted to act’
[?] squirtle, i’m feelin’ like ash
she all about me, i be feelin’ like crack
can’t talk [?] but stucked my strap
i took a loss and got stabbed in my back
watch how i come back
any b-tch i get a d-ck, you gon’ run back
i gave ’em some love, i never got nothin’ back
been through a lot, i just think, “where my gun at?”
i heard you know the n-gga who just k!lled your n-gga
ain’t no question, you gotta go blow back
i’m gon’ stay ten toes on my lonely
get caught in that jam, you gon’ think where your bro at
[chorus]
f-ck up the bands, racks in my pockets, can’t pull up my pants
still made it work, never made me no plans
i made some money before i made fans
knew they was fake with me before i had friends
these n-ggas sneaky, ain’t shakin’ no hands
they said i couldn’t, i showed ’em i can
choppas on deck, they came straight from [?]
these n-ggas can’t, never talk when i ran

[verse 2]
brodie still slidin’ out buggies
i put the fan, it’s gon’ blow like a trumpet
i get a low as soon as i touch it
heard it’s a bag on his head, i’ma up it
i never imagine this lifestyle but f-ck it
ten for a show, i’ma need it, no rush
ain’t nothin’ good ’bout the streets but i love it
put my heart in the trenches, my gun in my pockets
check my reputation, b-tch, i’m a goat
push the b-tton in the whip and i go
i play dummy and act like i don’t know
but really i know, these n-ggas be hoes
i paid twenty racks to ice out the gang
now everybody got a four in the chain
no sinnin’, i’m hustlin’, cut rocks while it rain
lock in the booth and go rap ’bout the pain
wash up the dirty money, now it’s clean as f-ck
all of my b-tches be ratchet and mean as f-ck
you can’t come with the team, can’t f-ck
we run it up, now they leanin’ us
we in the session, the team with us
seven-six-two, got the beam with us
come on this side and made green with us
if you ain’t got a body, can’t be with us
[chorus]
f-ck up the bands, racks in my pockets, can’t pull up my pants
still made it work, never made me no plans
i made some money before i made fans
knew they was fake with me before i had friends
these n-ggas sneaky, ain’t shakin’ no hands
they said i couldn’t, i showed ’em i can
choppas on deck, they came straight from [?]
these n-ggas can’t, never talk when i ran
f-ck up the bands, racks in my pockets, can’t pull up my pants
still made it work, never made me no plans
i made some money before i made fans
knew they was fake with me before i had friends
these n-ggas sneaky, ain’t shakin’ no hands
they said i couldn’t, i showed ’em i can
choppas on deck, they came straight from [?]
these n-ggas can’t, never talk when i ran

[outro]
unless a run up that bag
i really think that i’m ahead of my dad
i stay on my feet back when everythin’ crash

- ysn flow

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