Correction Lyrics Make Em Say Ugh by YungLiV

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Ayy Livy man, what the f**k you on?
You know the f**k, I'm on a whole lot of gang sh*t
Whole gang, man
You know how the f**k we bumming every time we link up, b*t*h
We plug, we send hot sh*t
Let's go

Throw free shots out his MAC, my homie died, we get 'em back
I can't say much in them raps, just know them death threats got him wacked
His backdoor where we met him at, he ran still got laid on his bed
All my vultures known for wreck, that's why they ain't been on the set
Ridin' wit' two choppers, one of 'em can't be no statistics
AIn't not won, they get in the city, this over, mask his consequences
I fell victim to this sh*t when bro got called without his pencil
Seemed like the opps cliqued up a broke, since I blew up, all for my instance
I'm so turned off, this rapping sh*t, it be an opp on modern privilege
Off an X', tuned up my body, I dare the opps to like my pitch
We can linkup, meet and greet, just know them blickies will be wit' 'em
She said she love but on my life, she f**k my homie, b*t*h is wicked

Didn't them n***as learn from out there? Ran when they faced down
We gon' make this sh*t bounce off the gla**, jus like a chase down
I told lil bro, "Handle that"
Then he like bellowed up his spray grounds
Wacked'em on the set, they catch a jailer, b*t*h we A-bound
Two of my Glizzy jam
We hit all his friends, what you gon' say now?
Drums like a bands, like a Drizzy fan, I let that Drake sound
worth them shots, we take his head off, we out that cage now
Don't get too comfortable, I've been in that water, quit acting like you can't drown
Smith and Wesson spitting back to back like they on 8 Mille
Hollows wash his face, you wear this sh*t up like the face town
Insta wild in 'em racks, so I been bearing blocks through PayPal
I f**ked it off in Saks
All Amiri from the waist down
Ayy, this hoe on d**ks, she know we turn, she won't do me on my hips
Out on the set, with Benji, double cup but codeine got me trippin'
All my rivals be p*ssed, I sold my song and bought Glock for them killers
We gon' spin 'em, ain't no missin'
F**kin' wit' 'em, hop out, get 'em
Smash the opps, a chance we getting
Bro get up close like build a slop machine and shut 'em hollows in
Don't let this music sh*t confuse you
All my n***as know for kill
Go ask them n***as why they couldn't
We had cash before the pandemic
He gon' run and Glizzy spots gon' be the last thing he remember

Put his a** right in the burner
Make it cold like its December
But he gon' fall like it's November
He a b*t*h, don't know his gender
Turn pu**y, Kaitlyn Jenner
When wickies dress, we winners
Came a long way from beginning
Shoot a video at the opps park, we will let 'em Glocks spark
I'm the type to make his top drop, then hit the top charts
Doctor said ain't no reviving him, this ruger stop hearts
Don't go tweaking', we'll let twin turn 'em, lil boy, that's not smart
Spend on sh*t at anytime, don't care if it's not dark
Up and off, we dodge his sh*t, the police knows it's us when shots spark
Up top on Evergreen in Hudson, b*t*h thats where my block starts
Them jeans flipped through hell, we blown' sh*t, might leave his cop heart
I fell off, it ain't nothing, racks got onto put my hood on the map
Thursday, wheres two opps?
On Friday night, we spin back out the Lex
Put denim, might mask it off, might jam
Slam back the door, we make a mess
Before the fame, we stay on Christian Street, biting more [?]

Uh, na-na, na-na
That chopper rock, his partner drop
Lil B*t*h I'm TTG and we got a lot of opps
And I'm from 1300, bae, that's a baller block
B*t*h

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