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letra de 2 fa 1 - yung5th (atl)

[chorus: yung 5th]
wake up early morning (come on)
to go hit that block (let’s go)
2 for 1, i get it gone, put money in my sock (my sock)
i’m clutchin’ on g-lock (g-lock)
i’m tryna spot an opp (a opp)
i swear to god, i catch a n-gga, put one in his top (his top)
and since i started rappin’, a lot of sh-t done changed (on 5)
i was outside every night, tryna bust a brain (come here)
these n-ggas hatin’, tell em stay up in they lane (ok)
we want the money, n-gga you can keep the fame (on god)

[verse 1: yung 5th]
it’s like since rob died, young n-gga ain’t been the same (i miss you b-tch)
sh-t tore me down, sh-t broke my heart, i got your name
and i’m still gettin’ to them racks, i’m still gеttin’ to them funds, i swear to god i’ll nevеr change
and i’m still posted on that block, i’m still walkin’ with my glock, let a n-gga run up, imma bang
blow a brain
n-gga f-ck yo gang, give a f-ck bout what you claim
we so renegade, b-tch we screamin’ “ebk”
pop out on yo block, extended clips, and let it rain
my drac’ came with a mic, alicia keys, this b-tch can sing
these pockets filled with money, b-tch i’m walking with a bank
these n-ggas still be dissin’, still ain’t ever dropped a thing (5)
everybody b-tches, everybody act the same (come on)
you can’t hate the player n-gga, better hate the game
i’m screamin’ “f-ck the judge” until that b-tch free my whole gang
[chorus: yung 5th & homixide mali]
wake up early morning (come on)
to go hit that block (let’s go)
2 for 1, i get it gone, put money in my sock (my sock)
i’m clutchin’ on g-lock (g-lock)
i’m tryna spot an opp (a opp)
i swear to god, i catch a n-gga, put one in his top (his top)
and since i started rappin’, a lot of sh-t done changed (on 5)
i was outside every night, tryna bust a brain (come here)
these n-ggas hatin’, tell em stay up in they lane (ok)
we want the money, n-gga you can keep the fame (come on)

[verse 2: homixide mali]
our pockets stuffed (huh?)
b-tch you so r-t-rded, we might slide in the short bus (what?)
i’m on the money run, i get the pape and put it up (i put it up)
if you ain’t got no money or no motion just shut up (just shut up)
b-tch we lit as f-ck (huh?)
since youngins we was turnt (turnt)
i ain’t go to school, but on that block i put in work (b-tch i put in work)
they ain’t give a sh-t (at all)
we got it out the dirt (on 5)
n-gga scared to hop out in that traffic, go to church (pray to god)

[outro: homixide mali]
b-tch i’m all outside (huh?)
b-tch i’m on that block (what?)
all my opps inside (huh?)
sittin’ broke as f-ck (what?)
n-ggas won’t pop out (at all)
this sh-t borin’ as f-ck (huh?)
we just need a drop (what?)
and we pullin’ right up (boom)
hoppin’ out that truck (boom)
shoot that b-tch right up (boom)
we don’t give no f-ck (at all)
n-ggas better duck (boom)
i ain’t got no mercy (at all)
put you in a blunt
free the f-ckin’ fives
the system holdin’ nuts (that sh-t lame as f-ck)

- yung5th atl

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