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lirik lagu yv savage - end

[intro: yv savage]
(yeah…)
mmm~mmm~mmm (grrah)
ayy, this how it go, right?
(savage sh~t, b~tch!)
y’all know what it is… (boom!)
f~ck yo’ dead homies, n~gga!

[chorus: yv savage]
how the f~ck you think this gon’ end, b~tch? (grrah~grrah)
i got a glock with a switch, it don’t miss (boom!)
caught his ass slippin’, now he floatin’ in the ditch (ha!)
heard they put a bag on my head, suck my d~ck (f~ck that!)
my shooter wildin’, told him chill—he still slid (goofy!)
we hit they block three times, now they moms hid (spinnin’)
30 in this stick, this my f~ckin’ soul twin (brrt!)
y’all n~ggas p~ssy, we was steppin’ since kids (facts!)

[verse 1: yv savage]
b~tch, i keep that iron tucked like drawers (tucked!)
catch a opp lackin’, leave his body by the wall (boom!)
said he hard, but he folded like a b~tch callin’ laws (f~ck 12!)
now his mama on the ‘gram postin’ prayers and all (cry more)
grew up where the funerals hit before prom (r.i.p.)
we don’t squash sh~t, we just up and let it bomb (nah)
walk with demons, got the reaper in my palm (grrah!)
n~ggas dissin’ for the net, that’s how nas gettin’ stomped (b~tch!)
(uh~huh!)
let that .40 sing, like it dropped a f~ckin’ song (brrt!)
he was cryin’ for his bro, we sent ‘em both to god (ha!)
this the life we live, better pray you beat the odds (good luck)
‘cause my youngin’ catchin’ bodies like it’s part of his job (facts!)
[chorus: yv savage]
how the f~ck you think this gon’ end, hoe? (b~tch!)
still ten toes when it’s pressure, i don’t fold (never!)
tryna shoot me? better come with a scope (nah)
we hit his whip, that b~tch flipped like a boat (skrrt!)
shooter geeked, i said “calm,” he said “nope” (f~ck it!)
he caught another one—left that boy soaked (grrah!)
30 in this pole, this my motherf~ckin’ bro (cl!ck!)
ain’t no peace talks—we just go blow for blow (boom!)

[verse 2: 4block lil mari]
ayy, mari in this b~tch, what up savage? (gang!)
spot a opp, hop out, let the ratchet (bop!)
glock got a switch, made his back do gymnastics (flip!)
talk all that sh~t, now he stuck in a casket (haha!)
we don’t shoot legs, we aim for the dome (boom!)
caught him by the store, now his face on a stone (rest up)
playin’ wit’ the gang? you won’t make it home (nah)
talkin’ reckless on a song, got that lil’ boy gone (gone!)
(skrrt!)
had to slide in a tinted~up whip (skrrt!)
let the window down—brrt!—hit his lip (b~tch!)
now his homie tryna beg me, “please don’t trip”
but it’s f~ck your set, your clique, and yo’ b~tch! (all y’all!)
(grrah grrah)
light up they block like christmas night (lights!)
laser on the chop, got him froze in fright (pew!)
told my shorty chill, but she love this life
and my lil’ bro only twelve with a dirty pipe (real sh~t!)
[chorus: yv savage]
how the f~ck you think this gon’ end, dummy? (stupid!)
shootin’ at me? hope you rich with that money (lil’ broke boy)
we gon’ catch your ass lackin’ when it’s sunny (bop!)
and make your whole block smell like a mummy (dead nas!)
told my shooter, “relax,” he said, “nah” (nah!)
he itchin’ to let that glock bark like a dog (grrah!)
30 in this b~tch, and it spit like a blog (brrt!)
y’all n~ggas can’t f~ck with us at all (nah!)

[outro: yv savage & 4block lil mari]
(end that sh~t!)
yeah…
that’s how it go…
(don’t ask how this gon’ end—y’all already dead!)
(ha~ha~ha—f~ck yo set, f~ck yo block, f~ck yo clique!)
(yv, 4block—n~gga you know what it is!)

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