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lirik lagu sob x rbe - backwards

[hook: yhung t.o.]
how you claimin’ a hood you don’t hang in?
how you broke but you ain’t tryna change it?
i need less talk and mo’ payments
one shot out this glock make you famous
baby cause you throw that -ss backwards
wish my last b-tch a casket
new b-tch far from average
and i’m still tuckin’ money in the mattress

[verse 1: yhung t.o.]
sneak diss and that sh-t gon’ get tragic
bad b-tch fell in love with a savage
told her that i’m thuggin’ and she told me that she trappin’
the b-tch get cut cause i’m all about that action
i just want blue strips, you can keep the rest
you in love with the b-tch, i just want the check
and my b-tch got a b-tch, she just want the check
if it ain’t about no cheese, on to the next
hit it from the back when she sad face
n-gg- disrespect, that’s a bad case
and you gon’ wish i never met you
i don’t trust that sh-t–like a public restroom
glock on my hip, let it sneeze and bless you
lamont told me “never let a n-gg- disrespect you”
and if you got shot that mean a n-gg- test you
but if you ain’t slide back, how we gon’ respect you?
a lot of n-gg-s they be faking, i could promise it
you can’t make it in these streets without no common sense
my first time–when i upped it–i was sick as sh-t
but now it is what it is
this the life i live

[hook: yhung t.o.]
how you claiming a hood you don’t hang in?
how you broke but you ain’t tryna change it?
i need less talk and mo’ payments
one shot out this glock make you famous
baby cause you throw that -ss backwards
wish my last b-tch a casket
my new b-tch far from average
and i’m still tuckin’ money in the mattress

[verse 2: slimmy b]
talkin’ dumb have yo mommy hearin’ sad news
slide through, masked up like a racc–n
bad b-tch, had to take her to the back room
beat it up while she rubbing on my tattoos
f-ck talkin’, girl show me what that -ss do
no sympathy for hoes
talk dumb, they get slapped too
tryna cuddle b-tch–you know it ain’t that cool
no free love–i ain’t nothing like yo last dude
keep it on me, 40′ with a stick like bamboo
spring break, tryna take a trip to cancun
all these bands got my old b-tch actin’ brand new
that’s yo girlfriend?
give a f-ck–she can get ran too
call me wayne or bg, i’m a hot boy
you n-gg-s thought it was good
but it’s not boy
middle finger to the cops
round’ here we pop boys
rockin’ with this plastic, no steel–this a glock, boy
got no time or no words for a b-m b-tch
off a four, got me leaning like a b-m kick
feelin’ like a p-rn star the way i bust sh-t
and feelin’ like usain the way i run sh-t
bro man move that yellow like a taxi
my little n-gg-s with the sh-t–better ask theze
game time, we get active like a athlete
let the mack squeeze
catch these bullets like crabtree
40′ like a stop sign, cause that b-tch keep a [?]
got a glock 23′
had to get it two-toned
can’t fit it in my jeans cause the clip too long
whole gang buffed up–all my n-gg-s too strong
and to get my bread right, a n-gg- had to do wrong
no drake but this wood got me so far gone
feelin’ like kevin gates–gotta keep two phones
and f-ckin’ three b-tches like i got two clones
little n-gg-

[hook: yhung t.o.]
how you claimin’ a hood you don’t hang in?
how you broke but you ain’t tryna change it?
i need less talk and mo’ payments
one shot out this glock make you famous
baby cause you throw that -ss backwards
wish my last b-tch a casket
my new b-tch far from average
and i’m still tuckin’ money in the mattress

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