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Fuck Up The Bands
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YSN Flow
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Yeah Really be poppin' my sh*t Yeah, on granny Yeah, yeah, yeah Glrrr F**k up the bands, racks in my pockets, can't pull up my pants Still made it work, never made me no plans I made some money before I made fans Knew they was fake with me before I had friends These n***as sneaky, ain't shakin' no hands They said I couldn't, I showed 'em I can Choppas on deck, they came straight from [?] These n***as can't, never talk when I ran Unless a run up that bag Hop in that [?] and run up thе dash I really think that I'm ahead of my dad I stay on my feet back when еverythin' crash I get a check and put half in the stash Poppin' my sh*t but stay humble, don't brag I know that feelin' to get it And that feelin' inside of your stomach 'Cause you finna crash, relax Chill on them pills, I'm not tryna relapse These n***as broke, I'm not tryna be that Know 'bout the struggle, don't wanna go back Straight out that mud, I'm addicted to Act' Squirtle, I'm feelin' like Ash She all about me, I be feelin' like crack Can't talk [?] but stucked my strap I took a loss and got stabbed in my back Watch how I come back Any b*t*h I get a d**k, you gon' run back I gave 'em some love, I never got nothin' back Been through a lot, I just think, "Where my gun at?" I heard you know the n***a who just killed your n***a Ain't no question, you gotta go blow back I'm gon' stay ten toes on my lonely Get caught in that jam, you gon' think where your bro at F**k up the bands, racks in my pockets, can't pull up my pants Still made it work, never made me no plans I made some money before I made fans Knew they was fake with me before I had friends These n***as sneaky, ain't shakin' no hands They said I couldn't, I showed 'em I can Choppas on deck, they came straight from [?] These n***as can't, never talk when I ran Brodie still slidin' out buggies I put the fan, it's gon' blow like a trumpet I get a low as soon as I touch it Heard it's a bag on his head, I'ma up it I never imagine this lifestyle but f**k it Ten for a show, I'ma need it, no rush Ain't nothin' good 'bout the streets but I love it Put my heart in the trenches, my gun in my pockets Check my reputation, b*t*h, I'm a goat Push the b***on in the whip and I go I play dummy and act like I don't know But really I know, these n***as be hoes I paid twenty racks to ice out the gang Now everybody got a four in the chain No sinnin', I'm hustlin', cut rocks while it rain Lock in the booth and go rap 'bout the pain Wash up the dirty money, now it's clean as f**k All of my b*t*hes be ratchet and mean as f**k You can't come with the team, can't f**k We run it up, now they leanin' us We in the session, the team with us Seven-six-two, got the beam with us Come on this side and made green with us If you ain't got a body, can't be with us F**k up the bands, racks in my pockets, can't pull up my pants Still made it work, never made me no plans I made some money before I made fans Knew they was fake with me before I had friends These n***as sneaky, ain't shakin' no hands They said I couldn't, I showed 'em I can Choppas on deck, they came straight from [?] These n***as can't, never talk when I ran F**k up the bands, racks in my pockets, can't pull up my pants Still made it work, never made me no plans I made some money before I made fans Knew they was fake with me before I had friends These n***as sneaky, ain't shakin' no hands They said I couldn't, I showed 'em I can Choppas on deck, they came straight from [?] These n***as can't, never talk when I ran Unless a run up that bag I really think that I'm ahead of my dad I stay on my feet back when everythin' crash
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