Correction Lyrics Kill Or Be Killed by YSN Flow

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(Oh, yeah, Sam, that b*t*h right here go hard)
(Iceberg want a bag, b*t*h)

I'm tryna run up that money and run it away
Move it straight to the hills, yeah
I fell so deep in that water, I'm happy I made it out
And I ain't killed, yeah
I felt my stomach inside of my back
I ain't know when I'd get my next meal
When you in that jungle this sh*t can get real
There's no other way but to kill or be killed

Swing with that .33 I feel like Scottie
I'm off the Addy's, don't f**k with the Molly
Don't need a Perc' to go catch me a body
Slidin' on ice, I ain't talkin' no Johnny
Beat on my chest, man, I feel like an ape
And we've been movin' wеll like King Kong
That b*t*h heard that my thing long
From Illegal Guns, it's hеr theme song
All black when I'm out in public, it's VLONE
She for the streets, had to make that her ring tone
Know when she callin', I don't let it ring long
This b*t*h ain't special, I f**k with my jeans on
S550, you know, I keep 2020 'cause we finally paid
I been feelin' like Dugg
Two years ago, I had like twenty n***as
But them n***as left, swept it under the rug
That ain't no Thrax, I can tell by the nug
Know we super locked in, I can't tell on my thoughts
Bet if you owe me, you pay it in blood
That's just extra, my trap makin' fifty a month
Brodie a demon, he really be tweakin'
Whenever we talk, feel like I talked to Satan
He ain't my family, but I'm still gon' treat him like blood
We struggle related
Say he want smoke, we gon' set off the strip
Bet I dub back for the ones that I miss
He rockin' fake designer, that ain't drip
Put on some joggers, your ho on my d**k
When I'm comin' through, everybody gon' watch
'Cause I just stepped out with my Rollie, I talkin' my dog
Remember my money was little like Tory
But now my sh*t Megan, I'm talkin' 'bout tall, yeah
I'm tryna run up that money and run it away
Move it straight to the hills, yeah
I fell so deep in that water, I'm happy I made it out
And I ain't killed, yeah
I felt my stomach inside of my back
I ain't know when I'd get my next meal
When you in that jungle this sh*t can get real
There's no other way but to kill or be killed

We off that Act', we don't know how to act
No turnin' down, so don't tell us relax
Put down them Legos and picked up the packs
That's just how this sh*t is, man, we grew up so fast
But I can't complain, 'cause all of that made me a man
I remember I used to listen to the critics
I won't let 'em change me again
Another check, they just paid me again
I take L's but was made for the win
Outta state but them bails droppin' in
Every time that the mail droppin' in
Brand new money, my guala be up to date
Keep no wallet, my pockets look like a safe
I look better whenever I'm in the Wraith
Know I'm rich, but don't go on no dinner dates
Told the b*t*hes, "Two minutes to Uber"
Get the b*t*h out of my way, gotta move her
Brand new ice, it came from Johnny the jeweler
But this sh*t sh*tty, I need Johnny the jeweler
I'm talkin' Dang, when I ice out the Mueller
Hang with tweakers, I don't type on computers
Glock with a silencer, bet it ah mute you
Movin' fishy, I might f**k 'round and boot you
I'm tryna run up that money and run it away
Move it straight to the hills, yeah
I fell so deep in that water, I'm happy I made it out
And I ain't killed, yeah
I felt my stomach inside of my back
I ain't know when I'd get my next meal
When you in that jungle this sh*t can get real
There's no other way but to kill or be killed

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