lirik lagu yfg fatso – reap the city
[verse]
tweakin’ with my glitch, 8 ‘nem be quick to split
wrappin’ up blocks and blocks with drac’ and chop, sh~t look like a christmas gift
crosses all over my body, but i still walk up, feel like i’m christian sent
been runnin’ laps around my generation, i ain’t much patient, you just got helped to this
too many cars and guns, we can’t get flipped for this
keep textin’ codes, you textin’ too much like them hoes, you tryna incrim’ some sh~t
new bl~~dy lows and red on everybody clothes, look like we hate crips and sh~t
sleep in a rolls, i pulled up, grab lil’ bro, shorty already know, try to play, i’ma switch some sh~t
thirteen cost for the jacket, i had to wrap it and then ditch the fiend
thinkin’ life sweet, gon’ clap him, he movin’ backwards, no way to think it’s a dream
lil king move like a actor, he like to pack them inside the truck, then bring
thinkin’ ’bout what really matter, my bank fatter, reach for it, i hit beam
three~eight, three~eight seven, times two, add a dub, that’s versus kareem
cut up the block, get a reverend, 187, this red color tape for a scene
bother like matchin’ the jacket, it feel like taxes, but really i save my cream
bounce out the cut so dramatic, flash, flash, how i’m the last thing he seen
i ain’t got questions for askin’, i just grab it, play with me, he get steamed
i’m servin’ hypes with money all night and we both off fours of lean
thick b~tch, she wanna suck me, yeah, i might, but i don’t wanna f~ck, so i leave
everything they do mattered, when they go broke, who the f~ck do you think they gon’ need?
and some n~ggas play, but they actors, he not a factor, he ain’t unload a thing
i told king, “how we both hit different hoes, but they both like wearing celine?”
he left his body in panic, he with the guys, but who you think lil’ dude seen?
i’m in the stu’, with a mini sittin’ over my lap, tryna rap, i got people to feed
we give it back, make it feel like that sh~t in your back, all the [?]
souls, they lean, somebody shoulder break, now they holdin’ up cups for a fiend
i wasn’t goin’ for nothin’, i made my ‘yun, my mama ain’t gettin’ a thing
i ain’t say she did none, she did do some, but my granny had the cheese
i got a bit of the run, i had my fun, but i did get it hot as a teen
it wasn’t that i was young or i was dumb, i was smarter than what most seen
i give them b~tches a run, you think it’s a pun ’til we turnin’ your mans to weed
callin’ on god, they run, but i don’t believe, i’ma k!ll everybody he see
i’m from chiraq where they dumb, kids with drums, smell like dead bodies and pee
you wouldn’t think i’d come way from under, i’m workin’ on makin’ you bleed
really i don’t wanna argue, don’t wanna t~~th, but i do need a soul to leave
we gdk, i’m bd, but i’ll still spray anybody who playin’ for a t
diss any day, you think i’m just out anyway, but the drac’ sittin’ under my tee
can’t get away, chase him down, put this b~tch in his face, gotta see, i don’t play, this is me
three round burst on the back of the glock, make it hurt, when it twerk, you start feelin’ the heat
n~ggas started makin’ it public and i said, “f~ck it, i’m finna indulge in beef”
how you think dude ‘nem up when chris got touched? face shot, left him out in the streets
how you think scud ‘nem tough? lil’ bro got thumped, f~ck ye, why he started the beef?
shh got rolled up, they turned him to runtz, he went out way too easy
every day, i’m stuffin’ two~two inside the blunts, tryna see how he died so sweet
i know the sh~t i put in, so i never had ran it, they come back, got drac’ in the sleeve
still’ll come blast with this b~tch in your face, where you at? i be spazzin’, i’m fast to tweak
we pulled up, i don’t think that i gave enough, i’m like, “d~mn, he fast on feet”
the chop went bust, his blood was coughin’ up, he was dyin’, i put him to sleep
they lyin’ for nothin’, lil do it was way too tough, but a opp n~gga didn’t get him sweet
they mentionin’ do it again, they sh~t got me hot, n~gga, i’m finna slide this week
bro switchin’ lanes, tryna put this b~tch right to his brain, tell the driver to stomp on the g
we jumpin’ out on a n~gga, we don’t give no f~ck, broad day, ski~mask or a tee
i wasn’t too crazy, i made it to where they can’t make it, i’m where they can’t be
you say you seen a war, then trackhawk left out the hood, that’s fredo and me
and i ain’t sayin’ [?] fred, he ridin’ on them, my light skin dreads with glee
i’m the one get out the truck, if you been actin’ tough, give your ass that permeant sleep
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