letra de yvngxretro3x - yvngxchris
[intro]
(hey fin, how long have i been out?)
[verse 1: yvngxchris]
b-tch i’m never lackin’, that glock on the couch
yvngxchris finna blow up, b-tch, no doubt
i’m not cuffin’ this b-tch, i’ma hit then i’m out
ayy, chris never kissed n0body
“but what about that b-tch?” n-gga that b-tch don’t count
that b-tch ain’t had no lips
she ain’t kissed my lips, she kissed this tip
got 10k last week, b-tch i flipped
that christian dior on my drip
that b-tch is the wh0re in the vip
that n-gga be poor than a b-tch
ay, who on the beat? that’s my n-gga finlince!
i just got the drip, do not step on the christian’s
and all of the b-tches tryna f-ck on christian
these b-tches is tight, but the muhf-ckers fit in
b-tch, i’ve been a real n-gga since the beginning
godd-mn, my n-gga bro, yvngxchris spittin’
this off of the dome and n-gga it ain’t written
i’m strong as a b-tch, n-gga i be liftin’
this bum ass n-gga textin’ on my phone, said “yvngxchris, can i get a f-ckin’ fеature?
and also, yvngxchris, can you teach me how to rap?” what thе f-ck i look like, a teacher?
i ride with the griffin, i’m not talkin’ peter
yvngxchris on top, n-gga follow the leader
and i don’t give a d-mn, i’m not talkin’ beaver
you cuffin’ that hoe? man, that b-tch is a thot
“what the f-ck, you should’ve said skeezer” oh sh-t, my bad
and yvngxchris on top, i got these n-ggas mad
you smokin’ on reggie, i’m smokin’ on thrax
i just got a bust down, that sh-t was glass
“i just dropped a new mixtape” that sh-t was ass
“yvngxchris, can i f-ck?” i’ma have to pass
got a brand new srt
nah, f-ck that, i got a h-llcat and i’m finna crash
[interlude: tae retro]
ahem
wait, hold on tae retro
[verse 2: tae retro]
my flow is god tier but it’s lowkey
just play me to wherever the hoes be
n-ggas only on computers, adobe
whippin’ n-ggas, but my name is not toby
he think he hard, crack his sh-ll like a yoshi
wait hold on retro, boy you goin’ crazy
tbh, i don’t care if you rate me
this song a bop, man i feel like dababy
hey nah, for real chris, we just made a hit bro
throwin’ punches on the beat like i’m clinched though
they trillin’ me, but i’m not in the mince bro
i been snappin’, but you ain’t even hip though
your rap career needs a gofundme
you probably laughin’ but i swear it’s not funny
the flow crashin’ on the beat, you a dummy
she high off tae, man i swear she a junkie
[verse 3: lazy3x]
yeah (ten)
walk with a glock, b-tch i’m finna shoot
b-tch, i’m in the pop, boy, i’ma just shoot
the stick on my diamonds, the price, and they dancin’ like haiti
i’m f-ckin’ that b-tch, and that b-tch wanna date me
i’m d-gg-n’ that b-tch, like b-tch got rabies
woo, pull up and boom
pull up, i’m clappin’ like magic, go poof
i’m like “craig, get the guap”
’cause this b-tch want the top
i know that that b-tch is a thot
like f-ck what you thought
i left in the tel’, we not talkin’ ’bout guap
f&n and rugers gon’ take off your top
in your dreams just like krueger, i’m f-ckin’ the thot
and that b-tch she a goober, i’m gettin’ the glock
and her n-gga a loser, she all on my chop
and i feel like a star, ’cause she know i’ma rock
i got stars on my car, but sh-t, know i go hard
he get popped like a bar if that boy finna talk
i’ma slide with a scar, leave an eye on his chock
hey lazy
[verse 4: lazy3x]
uh, i’m finna switch it up
famous like dex, ’cause he chase, i’ma pick ’em up
she givin’ me neck ’cause i’m up and i’m rich as f-ck
i got private my jets, sippin’ tech so i’m high as f-ck
and if that n-gga test, get a tec, i’ma light him up
i’m not shooting contest, if i’m open, it’s wet as f-ck
goin’ out sad
i gotta pass for them, these n-ggas mad as f-ck
and i’m breakin’ her back, so then that n-gga mad at us
he get smoked like an atom, so now he don’t matter bruh
b-tch, i’m in the trap doin’ numbers like calculus
i’m f-ckin’ thots, spin his glock like a bat or some’
put a beam on the glock, it’s gon’ help with the battle scene
in miami with heat, got his beam look from anakin
he don’t want smoke, n-gga we matchin’ up
pull up in the ghost, got this pole like a javelin
b-tch i got the stick in the field like a terrafin
and i’m shootin’ like beal, man these n-ggas embarrassing
[outro: lazy3x]
glocky
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