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lirik lagu yid - on go

[verse 1: yid]
shooters on go
i just gotta make a call, n~gga
slimmy b, sob, my motherf~cking dawg, n~gga
caine city til i die, we don’t f~ck with y’all, n~gga
tryna get my bands up, yeah, i just wanna ball, n~gga
if a n~gga f~ck with me, and bodies dropping, n~gga
and it’s f~ck them if them n~ggas, they ain’t rocking with us
we got glocks, and you know we got them choppers with us
no, i don’t think they want a problem with us

[verse 2: slimmy b]
n~ggas say they want a problem, want no smoke
all this money [?] but got no [?]
hit her from the back, got her in a chokehold
vvs got a n~gga neck so cold
gucci on me head to toe, this ain’t no polo
n~ggas hear a football number, then turn po~po
i get on a n~gga head, like a gopro
tryna sn~tch a chain, catch these bullets like [?]

[verse 3: yid]
i’ve been o.t., n~gga, ‘causе the block hot
all my n~ggas in the hood, with them glocks c~ckеd
we want all the smoke, like a hot box
and that chopper make a p~ssy n~gga hop scotch
yellow tape, homicide, when an opp drop
we just ran a n~gga b~tch, she a thot thot
i’ma keep this sh~t lit, b~tch, i’m not stopping
gotta watch how i move, ’cause the cops watching
[verse 4: slimmy b]
gotta watch my every move, ’cause them boys lerking
if a n~gga [?] then that boy [?]
we the motherf~cking wave, all these boys surfing
and when it come to busting glocks, all you n~ggas virjins
when it’s money on the floor, you can’t be lazy
cut a couple n~ggas off, since they fugazy
f~ck a b~tch, chase a bag, that’s my mood daily
ruth’s chris for my meal, i spent 280

[verse 5: yid]
every n~gga that’s around me, i’ma bust for
all my n~ggas shooters, yeah, i’m talking real cutthroat
we ain’t shooting from a block away, no, we up close
when i’m done with you, you can let my brothers f~ck, ho
some fishy sh~t going on, something smell funny
shout out my b~tch for coming through with that bail money
they had a young n~gga bail way at 30,000
this for them youngings in the field, with them 30’s wilding

[verse 6: slimmy b]
if i ain’t got that pole on me, i bet yid do
if them suckas fly down, i bet yid shoot
got no sympothy for n~ggas, and they b~tch too
put them glocks up, now i’m [?] 62
[?] just poured a whole 4, in a big blue
all these bands, it ain’t sh~t to make your b~tch choose
got [?] b~tch, i can’t lose
watch your friends, ’cause every n~gga round you ain’t cool
[verse 7: yid]
b~tch, all you do is gosep, go and get a check
headshot, chest shot, go and get a vest
[?] n~ggas knowing that we in [?]
and this sh~t [?] b~tch, this sh~t [?]
caine city, h.n.m., n~gga, f~ck the rest
50 sh~lls on the scene, tried to end them n~ggas
ask about us, yeah, b~tch, we been them n~ggas
i got shooters on go, and i’ll send them n~ggas

[verse 8: slimmy b]
got that snake on my neck, i ain’t talking gucci
i don’t wanna f~ck your ho, that b~tch got the coodies
like a thick ghetto b~tch, that act bad and boujee
all diamonds on my wrist, these are not rubys
chopper have a n~gga singing like that n~gga lucci
bounce out and get to spending, i ain’t talking [?]
i hit a n~gga block up and shoot a movie
forgiatos on the benz, we don’t ride [?]
b~tch

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