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lirik lagu yfa $ubparallel - bay area

been in my bag, staying on my grind
f~cking on that b~tch, i go forward, then i rewind, yuh
you swipe your card, that’s like decline
too many numbers in my bank, it’s hard to remind, yuh
bad little b~tch on my d~ck though
if that ain’t your b~tch, then where the f~ck your b~tch go?
i come stomping in your hood, you better tip~toe
talking this sh~t but it’s like i’m above and you’re below

stay away from the l’s, i ain’t getting those
if you mad, that’s too bad, you ain’t getting hoes
we come shooting in your block, that’s an episode
we gon’ see you from a distance like telescope

wait b~tch, i think i hear something wack, yuh
that’s just your new f~cking track (uh~huh)
she ask when i’m coming back
replying “you talk nonsense” i’m like b~tch, it’s facts (what? b~tch)
i’m like b~tch, it’s facts
talking mad sh~t, cause there’s taste that you lack, yuh
end the problem, ain’t no going back
(bury shots up in his brain, erase the evidence and dash) bury shots up in his brain, erase the evidence and dash

aye, i’m not on xxl but i’m a freshman, yuh
see me in her contacts, she be texting, huh
ring ring, plug hit my phone and we link
shoot a drum in your brain, watch the ammo count shrink
talking all this sh~t with hopes that i would give a f~ck
shoot a mag between your eyes and solve the problem fore were f~cked
holes in your skull so quick, that there ain’t no abrupt
tracking the addy, you’re like sitting ducks

(pause)

i was out late night, these demons curse me
hoping if this album turns, these songs finna reverse me
you only say no do, you spitting sh~t diversely
if a motherf~cker shoot, he’ll be inside the he~rs~ before me

listen to this sh~t, and compare it to yours first
i know you ain’t talking, you know which is worse
all i keep doing is spitting on these verses
and there ain’t no f~cking tours if i’m laying in a he~rs~

blocking your vision like you’re f~cking blind
talk all your sh~t, it won’t rain on my grind
leave you to the past and leave our memories behind
your brain turning hollow ‘fore it gets to your mind

all of these labels been on my line
splatter your brain on the wall, you’re behind
r.i.p to juice, yeah i gotta stay high
pay attention to surroundings, i can pay for you to die
popping these meds like a f~cking addiction
and every song ranks me higher positions
pull up on me and your blood will be dripping
yeah ion spit lies b~tch, life ain’t a fiction, yuh

(pause)

not scared to end a life and not scared for mine to end
step up on this block and then your living will depend
i got perfect aim so at a shootout, don’t attend
or i send shots up in your chest while my numbers ascend

landing shots on me and then i’ll k!ll you and your friend
(f~ck your homie dead) all my numbers just extend
if you tryna opp, i’ll end your life like it’s pretend
no you won’t say a word and i’ll make sure you’re f~cking dead

if you find me on the f~cking highway then you might die
tracking your ip like it’s f~cking i~spy
these barrels are eyes and they do nothing but cry
shoot up your block, don’t care bout the sh~t i defy

yuh, feeding me lies
to your brain, all these bullets apply
times rolling black, like the motherf~cking sky
when i find you, don’t got time to say bye

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