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letra de no accident - yung bans

[intro]
yeah
ayy, yeah
know what i’m sayin, this sh-t crazy
tables turned, know what i’m sayin’
was just down badly and sh-t
now i’m up now, know what i’m sayin’
i don’t want no features from you lame -ss rappers
these n-ggas they mumble, i rap better than them
this sh-t my own
yeah

[chorus]
i don’t shoot on accident
pull up with that mac and sh-t
i rock gucci, raf, and sh-t
my b-tch bool, she baddest b-tch
stack my paper up like bricks
i stayed down for all this sh-t
i can’t go out like no b-tch
i ain’t goin’ out like mitch
all my n-ggas ride for me
try your luck with robbin’ me
keep a glock, a .223
b-tch you had a whole thing
i ain’t serve no bricks or bales
but n-gga, that’s what my name mean
boy, your name don’t hold no weight
ain’t see your -ss up in the streets

[verse 1]
if a n-gga don’t know my name he probably on the same thing
no face, no case, i don’t know you, don’t speak
most these n-ggas crash dummies, they just wanna be seen
send lil’ buddy on a mission, i’ma make him slide for free
i be stackin’ up this paper, make ’em play monopoly
i ain’t worried ’bout these b-tches, but these b-tches jockin’ me
girl, it’s been a long day, get on top of me
she gon’ f-ck and she gon’ suck, i bust a nut, it’s time to leave
i ain’t nothin’ like these n-ggas, honestly, i’m too street
still stickin’ to the code, i guess it’s just me
i rock ksubi, raf simons, might designer od
i was juggin’ out the trenches, made a hundred on our street

[verse 2]
in the streets, n-gga
up in the streets, n-gga
this sh-t an ocean, man, this sh-t can get deep, n-gga
my homies solid, i can’t hang around no weak n-ggas
sh-t get ugly, n-ggas turn into police n-ggas (for real)
i’m a beast n-gga, i’ma eat n-ggas (yeah)
to be a boss, you gotta get it by any means, n-gga
i hit the block soon as i turned 15, n-gga
i done did some sh-t that you probably won’t believe, n-gga

[outro]
y’all n-ggas be on cappin’ sh-t
y’all n-ggas be on rappin’ sh-t
i can’t even f-ck with it
i stay back from all this sh-t
i stay back from all these b-tches
money so long, money so long, so long
yeah, i don’t shoot on accident
yeah, i can’t go out like no b-tch
i stay down for all the riches
n-gga, i don’t want no features
bans
ain’t no love, n-gga

- yung bans

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