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lirik lagu trapboy freddy & go yayo - power

[intro: go yayo]
hoodfame gang
yeah, b-tch, b-tch, go
wopster (wop), mobster (drop)
shun on da beat
rich before 21 (go)

[chorus: go yayo]
dirty money, i just took it straight out the shower
i just whipped a brick, it only took me an hour, ayy
i just sold a key for 30k, it was flour
hoodfame youngin in this b-tch with trap, know we got the power, ayy
f-ck this rap sh-t, we get rich off of powder
og gas puffin’, they smokin’ on sour
good dope, got me stackin’ racks like a tower
ran off with the drugs, now he pushin’ flowers
run off on the plug, i know he a coward
f-ck that n-gga, he a ho, ain’t gettin’ sh-t back
bust back, we in lil vegas with big man
come on my block, n-gga, you gettin’ whacked

[verse 1: go yayo]
come on my block, n-gga, you gettin’ jacked
f-ck the chit-chat, n-gga, come get some get-back
we gon’ send the first shot, we don’t hit back
you ain’t got enough guns, n-gga, sit back
put my name in a song, get your sh-t cracked
last thing a f-ck n-gga heard was a cl!ck-clack
young n-gga in your ho mouth like kit kat
run off with your ho, you never get your b-tch back
i done put the ho on the road for a big bag
she like how i walk so she pay for this drippin’
benjis on me and you know that they crippin’
draco on me, n-ggas know i’m not slippin’
take somethin’ from me, n-ggas know we gon’ flip him
bossman, i get you knocked for a molly rock
chopper start speakin’, make him body rock
headshot a n-gga, he was dead ‘fore his body dropped
headshot, headshot, all we do is headshot
fifty round drake and it came with a red dot
i remember i was locked, gettin’ green dot
came home, put the rap game in a headlock
back then i had a cool dub in a shoebox
what you know ’bout hittin’, fake reppin’ dead bodies?
ar-15, can’t no stop us
f-ck this rap sh-t, n-gga, we on the block

[verse 2: trapboy freddy]
come on my block with that f-ck sh-t, you gon’ get touched quick
i can get you touched for a lil’ nickel
call my lil’ n-gga to deal with him
them same lil’ k!llers, i’m still with ’em
run in your house, tie up your spouse
put the pistol in her mouth, hey
kickin’ the door and i’m in and out
used to sell weed up at in-n-out
f-ck the rap sh-t, i got rich off of powder
twenty-nine hundred, come get you a pound
thirty-six big weight, n-gga, what the l!ck read
i was sellin’ weed on a ten-speed
n-ggas talk tough on the internet
see, me and my n-ggas not into that, hey
send you some shots, i’ma send ’em back
come hit your block with them dealer tec’s
we bring this sh-t where you chillin’ at
chop up your block like a ceiling fan, hey, hey
go ask the block, b-tch, i been the man
i don’t know nothin’, b-tch, i’m innocent, hey, hey
front me the bag and i took it
in the hood juggin’ case a n-gga was lookin’
trappin’ out the house, i’m tryna flip me some cookies
in this b-tch juggin’, i don’t care if they book me, trap

[outro]
shun on da beat

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