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lirik lagu trenchbaby 67 & ricosavage 9x - young nigga ain’t gon’ pull up with that shit

[intro: dj swamp izzo]
(swamp izzo, b~tch!)
ayy, it’s that real block baby sh~t
o’block to memphis, all that pressure
trenchbaby in this b~tch, ricosavage in this b~tch
(let’s go!)

[verse 1: trenchbaby 67]
(boom! boom!)
n~gga got hit, now he prayin’ to god
but we slide in the night like we talk to the mob (skrrt!)
put a switch on the glock, now that b~tch sing opera
tried to duck down, caught one in his collar (baow!)
p~ssy~ass n~gga been cappin’ online
ain’t gon’ pull up, he know he gon’ die (facts)
i was ten in the whip with a mask and a chop
while yo’ og was cryin’ at popeyes (dumbass)
told bro load up, we ain’t squashin’ no beef
got a 30 in my jeans, that’s a felony piece (grrah!)
catch a opp lackin’ at school, let it ring
lil’ dre in my dreams, still slidin’ for the team (rest up, dre)
o’block raised me, but northside cold
had to move right ’cause the feds on go
shorty got hit, now he talk through a straw
shoulda kept quiet ‘fore he spoke on my bro (on god)
(yeah!)
i’m twelve, but i slide like i’m thirty (skrrt)
thuggin’ with demons, my clip do you dirty
tell durk i’m next, got the glock in my jersey (otf!)
these n~ggas be b~tches, emotional, wordy (cryin’~ass boy!)
(boom!)
slam in the whip, let it hit like a drum
put a opp in a box, tell his mans, “come”
ain’t no peace, i want blood and funds (facts)
f~ck bein’ humble, i do it for fun (p~ssy!)
[chorus: ricosavage 9x]
(let’s go!)
young n~gga ain’t gon’ pull up with that sh~t (h~ll naw)
we got ars, sticks with the kits (grrah, grrah!)
big drum roll like i’m playin’ in a band
if i miss once, spin back, godd~mn!
(baow!)
young n~gga ain’t gon’ pull up with that sh~t
i got k!llers in the cut, they ain’t gon’ miss
all that woofin’ in them posts? nah, b~tch
we outside, masked up, on blitz (on bro!)

[interlude: dj swamp izzo & ricosavage 9x]
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!)
(ayy, rico!)
what’s the word, twin?
man, f~ck that, we outside tonight
tell lil’ bro load that .50
we on all smoke, gang
(rrah~rrah~rrah!)

[verse 2: ricosavage 9x]
(uh!)
got a freak in the back, she gag on the stick (slurp)
don’t ask where i’m at, i’m deep in the mix (boom!)
got a drum on the chop, that b~tch got tits
hollow tips kiss like a toxic b~tch (ha!)
i don’t f~ck with them boys, they weird as h~ll
put his face on a shirt, now he viral as well (gone)
tryna out~shoot me? that’s suicide
let the scope talk back like it testifies (boom!)
(skrrt!)
i’m from the block where the hope don’t live
where the glock don’t jam and the shorties k!ll
told my mama that i’ll make it with this steel
either rap or the trap or the jack & jill (that way!)
(grrah!)
heard his brother got dropped, he ain’t even slide
seen the video, he froze, i ain’t even surprised
man down on the ‘gram, now he playin’ victim
but we know the real, and them bullets hit ’em (p~ssy!)
[chorus: trenchbaby 67 & ricosavage 9x]
(we really outside, b~tch!)
young n~gga ain’t gon’ pull up with that sh~t (nah!)
you tweetin’ on the net, that ain’t legit (f~ck you mean?)
catch him at the mall, make him strip (take it off!)
tell his b~tch come home, i’m the pick (ha~ha!)
(grrah!)
young n~gga ain’t gon’ pull up with that sh~t
i been outside since a jet with a stick (boom!)
this that pain, this that war, this that skit
sayin’ my name gon’ get you hit (facts!)

[outro: dj swamp izzo]
(yeah!)
trenchbaby 67
ricosavage 9x
otf, b~tch
don’t play
(real steppas!)
ayy, play this sh~t at a opp funeral, b~tch
(alive? nah—he gone.)

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