lirik lagu yb nemy - turnt wit killaz
[intro]
(t~mack went crazy)
(yayo on the keys, ho)
yb nemy, b~tch
ayy, ayy, what?
grrah! boom, boom, boom!
[verse 1]
we pop out with them macs out, now every opp got trauma
ain’t no talkin’, i just spark ’em, then go ghost like benny hanna
i done aired out whole apartments, now them feds on every corner
bro got rich off sendin’ packs, he used to trap inside the sauna
gave a thottie h~lla d~ck, now that lil’ b~tch think i want her
i don’t f~ck with friendly n~ggas, i be steppin’ like a loner
why these rap n~ggas be cappin’? they got racks, but still be runnin’
i got shot at, didn’t duck, that .40 barked just like a stunna
i be creepin’ through your section, dirty glock inside my flannel
i don’t tweet, i send that message through a stick, not through no channel
n~ggas know i’m off the drugs, two x pills and a banana
grew up wildin’ in that jungle, never needed no bandana
i done robbed a pastor’s nephew just for flexin’ in the rental
bro got smoked, and we ain’t mourn, we spun the block like four crescendos
she keep sayin’ “i miss you,” told that b~tch, “go eat a candle”
choppa sing like fantasia, but the kickback make you scramble
boom!
[chorus]
i just popped me one tab, i’m tryna get turnt up
i just sniffed two lines, now i’m geeked the f~ck up
i just crushed three pills, now i’m feelin’ f~cked up
i just hit four l!cks, b~tch i’m lit, what the f~ck?
i be out there with them k!llas ’til the sun come up
better hope that pole jam if you ever run up
if you in them dirty blocks, never tuck your gun up
if you hear the feds talkin’, better get your funds up
[verse 2]
i was in court with a zip in my drawers, prayin’ the dogs don’t smell it
she gave me dome in the booth, that’s the only time i felt it
my last opp died with a smirk, bet his mama won’t forget it
we don’t diss ’em, we just clip ’em, send that footage if we did it
i don’t do no rap beef, b~tch i got shooters with no limit
put a beam up on that .30, now it blink just like a widget
i done laced a n~gga’s blunt, he hit two puffs, then started twitchin’
i done seen some sh~t so grimy, now my conscience barely kickin’
got a snitch inside my fam, i put a bag up on thanksgiving
why that ho keep cryin’? told her, “baby, i ain’t with it”
i got demons in my closet, i got murder in my vision
n~ggas claimin’ war on twitter, till we put ’em in submission
i’m the devil in designer, i got prada on while drillin’
told the plug to front me more, i turned a 10 into a million
y’all keep prayin’ that i stop, but i won’t until i’m finished
ain’t no love in this street sh~t, that emotion get you finished
b~tch!
[chorus]
i just popped me one tab, i’m tryna get turnt up
i just sniffed two lines, now i’m geeked the f~ck up
i just crushed three pills, now i’m feelin’ f~cked up
i just hit four l!cks, b~tch i’m lit, what the f~ck?
i be out there with them k!llas ’til the sun come up
better hope that pole jam if you ever run up
if you in them dirty blocks, never tuck your gun up
if you hear the feds talkin’, better get your funds up
[outro]
get them funds, b~tch
get them drums, b~tch
grrrah! grrrah!
free all my dawgs
rest up to the ones that slid for us
yb nemy, ho
june 18, we outside
brrt! boom!
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