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letra de big livvy - yungliv

[intro]
(turn me up, trad)

[verse 1]
i pray 12 don’t witness how my squad hang out the window
we don’t bring up mentions, we the ones who doin’ the drillin’
you told and switched up on your dog, that’s why your hood ain’t f-ckin’ with you
i told my b-tch, “if we gon’ ride, i’m lettin’ you know sh-t might get wicked”
cartier wrist hittin’, b-tches flock ’cause i’m that n-gga
i text her once, she let me f-ck, and then i block and count my distance
b-tches love to say i’m cheatin’ ’cause my b-tch some competition
i mix dior up in lv for all them times stuck in that system
three-deep tryna bust, no kind of guidance, just his pistol
he got hit up with so much fire, they don’t know which one of my k!llers k!lled him
we known for get back, ask the opps, that’s why they clique, ’cause all these k!llers
i could say, “ha, g boy, do this and that,” but i know 12 been listenin’
n-ggas dropped them disses, then ran scared when we start spinnin’
this sh-t can’t be over, lil’ bro died, he wasn’t even near them
i told my driver to go straight, don’t make that left, make sure we get ’em
i see the opps inside that honda one more time, i bet we flip ’em
my youngin tryna prove a point, i don’t think he care about no civilians
back door open, he ain’t know she gave the lo’ to get him finished
when he got hit up on y’all block, y’all left him dead, why y’all ain’t get him?
when we come through, every one of these shots rush to the head until you flip
i pour this drink to keep me calm, the opps be lyin’ ’bout how they livin’
and i can’t smoke no med at all, this all lil’ sh-t inside might k!ll ’em
i told my b-tch, “do what you do, protect the bread, don’t k!ll my image”
we don’t clique with blocks ’cause we the ones who run the city
[bridge]
that’s lil’ sh-t to us what you call braggin’, i ran through twenty thou’ with fashion
we glorified, spend cash on sh-t for all them times when we ain’t have it
my k!llers locked in with the k!llers, that mean on blocks, we been gettin’ active
y’all homie died, y’all hit the stu’ and shot a vid’ instead of clappin’

[verse 2]
turn the oppers to a dancer
you know i’m with k!llers, kidnappers, and scammers
shooters with me got no standards
everybody pipe got a drum or a ladder
i got a b-tch that’ll set your ass right up, guarantee if you let her
i got a b-tch that’ll do anything for the gang if i just ask her

[outro]
if i just ask her

- yungliv

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