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letra de us - ytb fatt & big homiie g

[intro: ytb fatt]
n-ggas know my side got motion, n-gga
n-ggas don’t want no head-on collision with this sh-t, n-gga
n-ggas know we dangerous, n-gga
n-gga, i almost died about this sh-t a few times, n-gga
you ain’t on my side
(drop that sh-t, t-head)

[chorus: ytb fatt]
these n-ggas don’t wanna run into us
rose gold, got my pendant it’s bust
clarity diamonds, my t–th flushed
treat her like rosa, get to the back of the bus
i’ve been havin’ motion since i can cuss
p-ssy n-gga, you can’t pop it like us
thirty mag’ in my jeans, it’s tucked
hundred thousand cash, what the f-ck?
turnin’ all these l.a. b-tches to sl-ts
stickin’ this bread gang d-ck in her guts
break on a b-tch, i got that from my unc’
stealin’-ass b-tch, i call her a conk

[interlude: ytb fatt]
n-ggas better loaf they life, man
loaf your life, man, ‘fore we loaf your wifе
yeah
yeah
[verse 1: ytb fatt]
in my city, we put n-ggas in blunts
turn all tough-ass n-ggas to skunks
forty thousand, spеnt that this month
you ain’t break on that b-tch, all you did was hunch
every hit i sunt, the n-gga got touched
i’m a real fox, ask the city ’bout us
i ain’t gotta make up none of this stuff
my young n-gga shot the bus ’til it bust
yeah, n-gga, with them packs, you’ve been f-ckin’ up
n-gga, this chopper be comin’ in clutch
glass in my mouth, this sh-t here cut
slap the b-tch if i hear one fuss
twelve hundred for some céline shorts
you ain’t a renegade, ho, you a nut
count a fifty in a maybach truck
trx lift kid on a truffle
bread gang chain canary cut
she wanna come around this motion stuff
still givin’ these bows uppercuts
why it sound like that? it’s a h-llcat truck
two hundred thousand in jewelery, that’s tough
that b-tch been eatin’ these nuts
n-gga, don’t put on them cuffs
i’m with the sh-t, pampers, stuffed
i’m with a cobra, jo, he cut
none of these n-ggas poppin’ sh-t like us
tour bus full of gumbo blunts
n-gga, the sh-t they sayin’, it ain’t nothin’
tryna touch another hundred this month
i know you shot somethin’, but you’re still a b-tch ’cause you caught some bubbles in your guts
n-gga
[interlude: big homiie g]
woah (big g the biggest)
big g the biggest, y— fatt, what’s poppin’? n-gga already know it’s us
if it ain’t us, it ain’t n0body (f-ck everybody)
f-ck everybody, n-gga (type of time i’m on)
that’s how i’m feeling (let’s go, g)

[verse 2: big homiie g]
woah, i come from the bottom, i came up, n-gga
look at me now, i ain’t change up, n-gga
don’t know what the cut, my sh-t lookin’ like glitter
you know if i f-cked her if you seen me with her (ah)
“g, he the biggest,” i’m readin’ on twitter
i’m full of drank, i ain’t takin’ no pictures
ain’t goin’ back and forth, i ain’t playin’ with n-ggas
if you got a problem, then come get your issue (come get your issue)
all that talkin’ don’t even matter, my n-gga (n-gga)
touch me, you gon’ get shattered, my n-gga
hm, you gon’ get put in the dirt
with your name and your face on a shirt
i ain’t gotta call n0body ’round me, if it go down, i’ll put in that work
you ain’t ever wake nothin’ before
shoot that b-tch ’til he fall on the floor
man, we smokin’ that boy gumbo
rest in peace to my n-gga e-lo
put it down for this chain ’round my throat
when i think about noose, got choked
better know i’ma give you some get back
you ain’t with what i’m with, i ain’t with that
y’all don’t know that we uppin’ the score (for sure)
had just threw me a m on the floor (nah, for real, yeah)
[outro: big homiie g]
nah, for real, n-gga, had just threw me a m on the floor, i’m a million dollars up, p-ssy
get your guns up and your funds up, n-gga, i swear to god
i swear to f-ckin’ god, n-gga
bread gang, we the loaf boyz, and this bge
yeah
get your b-tch— ayy, fatt
tell them n-ggas get they b-tch
or come get they b-tch back, you know what i mean?
yeah

- ytb fatt big homiie g

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