lirik lagu young slo-be - most hated
[intro]
(brody, come in here)
[verse 1: ebk young joc]
it was just me and broski, we went on a hot one
bend they block like, “hold on, stop, i think i got one”
beat they load up, don’t give a f~ck who ridin’ shotgun
i had to switch it up a little, i am not done
dubs in my stacks like is you stupid? these are not ones
that n~gga cappin’, stop the lyin’, said he dropped what?
switch on the glock and it’s nothin’ to lift this chop up
sh~t, drop the location, let’s see who with the pop~ups
n~gga, i got some bags to chase
it wasn’t easy gettin’ on, plus i had to wait
you sittin’ at my table, you gon’ eat, cuddy grabbed a plate
my brother told me ’bout this time his partner crashed his wraith
jackboys, 12~7, b~tch, i had to take
that was my brothеr, not no more, that n~gga had to hate
it’s crazy, i won’t touch a broke b~tch, rathеr m~st~rbate
we threw the bitty in his load, it got no tags or plates
up the shh, drop the ah, i’ll tag your face
hoo, give him a paint job
i know you wanna be like me, but you just ain’t joc
get up on him, brother droppin’ bully, i let k drop
keep it goin’, on my mama, i just can’t stop
free sleazy b, i can’t wait until that case drop
i ain’t gon’ lie, that’s on bro, b~tch, we hate opps
we come through they section with this weapon givin’ faceshots
when he seen me, you should’ve seen him, cuddy face dropped
he got a ghost, i ain’t gon’ lie, that’s a fake glock
like lil baby said, we global now
i ain’t have nothin’ back then, so brodie showed me how
ain’t tryna f~ck, i’m ’bout bucks, can you blow me down?
i get violent out in public, they like, “oh, he wild”
[interlude: ebk young joc]
they like, “oh, he wild”
i get violent out in public, they like, “oh, he wild”
[verse 2: young slo~be]
ayy
big 40 pokin’ out, that mean it’s kinda tucked
he keep talkin’ ’bout a gun, you need to shut him up
why they keep talkin’ ’bout they fly? y’all some silly ducks
popeye, we don’t open cans, b~tch, we open shots
f~ck n~gga probably mad that he papa doc
but i play with big fifty, gotta pop an opp
on 2one, with a b~tch and she can’t come
think i just saw another murder, n~gga, red rum
d~mn, that was a cold case
n~gga, i could leave a trail and won’t leave no trace
i could press a b~tton on keyboard, it’ll give a sp~ce
when they said he still alive, you should’ve saw my face
n~gga, i just took your b~tch, should’ve saw his face
yeah, i got fifty shots for the dissin’ crew
and my glock squeezable, it shoot forty~two
you is a rapper makin’ songs, you is not the dude
ooh~wee, lil’ b~tch, you is not my boo
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