lirik lagu young zion 6600 - uh oh, yu - gi - oh!
[intro]
hold up
they cannot fine me
shout out to whoever for this instrumental
this beat hard as f-ck
wait a minute
wait a minute
[verse 1]
ski mask on them n-ggas so they won’t fight me
they keep talking but i know they won’t try me
step back and shoot it out like my name kyrie
sippin on actavis makes you a high c
ouu icy! i got the juice in a minute made
i pull up, i pop out a rocket, i’m getting paid
if he talk down on my game he getting sprayed
all my young n-ggas they with it
they whip out the cutters take shots at yo’ fitted
can’t worry about n-ggas, i’m adding those digits
you n-ggas is dumb broke stuck on these b-tches
pull up, get deep throat, then i’m back to these riches
ouu, call up the plug talking business
quarterback she tossed up a pack, i don’t miss it
spiral that pack to you, need you to flip it
if he run off then you let her go get it
get it!
[hook]
yuh, hold up, yuh, hold up
you better go get it (wait a minute)
if he run off you go get it (wait a minute)
if he run what?
if he run off he gon’ get it
if he run off he gon’ get it!
if he run off he gon’
[verse 2]
sh-t is about to get crazy
don’t talk to me stupid ‘cause i’ll leave you hazy
i’m ashing a backwood, i’m feeling lazy
i pop me a bean and i f-ck on yo lady
hooh, pull up with some rapping like “what is that?”
i can’t answer the phone, you ain’t talking back
if you ain’t balling then let me know you going sad
put this d-ck in her kidney she call me dad!
sh-t, bring it back
young n-gga shot out from the ‘preme rack
who ready for the aftermath
keep upon a [? 1:18] i’ma lean it back
in a couple month i’ll be skrrting in the evening
running on a jack with the mac on my lap
and i’m ready to attack any n-gga if you thought that i lack
if you think that i’m playing, i got this sh-t c-cked back
run up if you want to and i bet you’ll have a heart attack
if he got an issue, he can poke like a thumb tack
and i run this sh-t just like the pope, you can check that
[? 1:34] she threw me p-ssy over snapchat
aiming and i shoot you with the chopper it go ra-ta-tat
i just f-cked yo b-tch and i know you feeling h-lla sad
she sucking d-ck in the trap house and flipping these bags
said she was home sleeping, i know that you mad
you already know i’m a trapstar
sipping on lean and i’m whipping in nascar
[? 1:46] inside the back, f-ck a cash card
i keep the pole for you n-ggas who act hard
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