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[Verse 1: The Yung God]
Yeah!
I get it, I got it the whole fucking team
We are out here and popping
Fuck all these rappers we come around
They just play dead like they possums
Bitch we run the city so I hope they know
All that little shit stopping
They talking, they talking, that’s all just some gossip
Till I’m in my coffin ain’t taking no losses
Said I wouldn’t get it bitch I got it
They all up on my shit so get up off it
I’m doing all this working for the profit
The only people hating got no money in they pockets, uh!
Ain’t feeling these boys I’m killing these boys
Brttt, I’m drilling these boys
Bang, Heavy artillery young Bill Clint
Make a girl go Hillary boy
[Hook: The Yung God]
She gon’ ride for the team for real
All the way live for the team for real
We gon’ do it for the real for real
One time for the real for real
Real for real, real for real
Pulled off on the real for real
Real for real, real for real
One time for the real for real
Real for real
[Verse 2: Gino Driggs]
She telling me something
She telling me that I would swim in the back
Yeah she never knew nothing
Saw that one coming gotta do something man
God damn what the fuck is this?
Black on black ignorance is bliss
I guess someone like this man fuck that shit
I’m a need to keep quiet everytime that I hit
Fucking that bitch on my sofa
Flip her over like a motorola
Got that new loofah, head like Medusa
They keep on telling me I am a loser
You’re probably right I fucked up that night
But leaving the room as you might
You gon’see they’ll be talking about me
Or should I say they’ll be talking about we
[Hook]
[Verse 3: YLTI]
They made all of my roots, I showed in boots
And ruined your black tie affair
The last one to know, the last one to show
I was the last one you thought you’d see there
And I saw the surprise and the fit in his eyes
When I took his glass of champagne
And I toasted you, so honey we may be through
But you’ll never hear me complain
Get the pussy wetter then some [?]
And if tomorrow never comes or starts
Girl you were more then a memory
Girl you were more than a friend to me in those places
Pull me out the oven I’m baked bitch
YLTI the outsider stay getting higher
Fuck all the drama papa [?]
Don’t sweat that the hoes [?] for real
[Hook]
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