letra de lost souls - yung ten
[intro]
ayy, man, f-ck all that talkin’, n-gga
i ain’t even tryna hear sh-t you sayin’ (f-ck outta here)
b-tch-ass n-ggas always runnin’ they mouth (shut the f-ck up)
man, these n-ggas hoes—sneak dissin’, can’t even say my name (p-ssy)
man, f-ck all y’all, n-gga, i’m doin’ me, f-ck is you talkin’ ’bout?
[verse]
man, i just woke up, dropped a hit, this sh-t too f-ckin’ easy (too easy)
i don’t need no pen, no pad, n-gga, i’m freestylin’, believe me (b-tch)
i got rick owens on my b-tch, yeah, she bad, dripped out in cc (chanel)
run up talkin’ reckless, p-ssy boy get smoked like a bic (b-tch, what’s up?)
ayy, i just poured up a four of that wock’ (that drank)
b-tch on my d-ck, she givin’ me top (sloppy)
opp n-gga talk, we slide with them glocks (boom)
he act tough, but that boy is a fraud (fake-ass n-gga)
man, i know they don’t understand me, but b-tch, i don’t give a f-ck (f-ck you)
they like, “why you look so mad?” b-tch, i just had enough (had enough)
ayy, two b-tches fightin’ over my d-ck, like this family feud (what the f-ck?)
n-gga talkin’ crazy, pull up on his block, now his mama confused (yeah)
they like, “ten, you switched up?” man, f-ck your gang, y’all n-ggas ain’t true (b-tch-ass n-ggas)
some n-ggas stole from me, some n-ggas folded, that sh-t ain’t new (p-ssy)
man, i peeped that sh-t, n-ggas move funny, i don’t even trust my own clique (fake)
boy thought the opps was gon’ snake him, whole time, his mans a b-tch (clown-ass n-gga)
i done seen some sh-t that made me load this f-ckin’ clip (on gang)
they ain’t real, they just actin’—fake angelic, suck my d-ck (suck it, hoe)
man, i really do this sh-t, i don’t even try (nah)
f-cked so many hoes last night, i forgot who the f-ck was mine (d-mn)
i just got a check today, i ain’t gon’ lie, i blew that sh-t (10k)
pulled up to a opp crib, they ain’t know we moved in (we in here)
b-tches choosin’, i ain’t trippin’, i ain’t cuffin’, i ain’t losin’ (f-ck that)
i got way too many racks, n-gga, i’m up, i do this (i do this)
my bro sippin’ that wock’—he leanin’, can’t even walk (leanin’)
n-gga say he want smoke, we pull up and let that choppa talk (brrr)
[outro]
ayy, shout out taz, shout out nick
you know how the f-ck we comin’, b-tch-ass n-gga
stay the f-ck out my way, man, y’all some hoes
big racks, big glocks, i ain’t playin’ with none of y’all n-ggas
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