CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : REZZUREKTION
Yeah, uh
You thought I was gone
You thought I was gonna die, yo
You thought I was gonna bleed out, huh
Hell nah
I'm back, b*t*h
Yung Dab 2019
King of this sea
I saw a hospital bed
And now I want 'em dead
Let me catch you on the street
Let me show you I'm packing this heat, Yung Dab
He ain't scared, he's a b*t*h compared
Yeah you got a f**king squad but you ain't got a brod
Yung Dab, you know I got nine
Going on ten, your mom looking fine
I'm your stepdad cause I'm taking you to church
Driving my Tesla, making cops search
By the time we through you better be thanking God
That I got bored of your a** and already moved on
Yeah, little leech
Took you to the tracks and I'm still gonna preach
By the time I'm through you're gonna be drinking bleach
Your stumpy little arms way out of reach
Of this gold, that I got
B*t*h your mama a thot
And I gotta let you know that your brains I'm gonna blow
On the pavement where they're gonna draw
The fata** outline of your gaping maw
Gonna look real clean when I'm stacking that green
And I'm cool but you're not
Don't even smoke pot
Suck on this Glock
Better check the clock (Time's up!)
Dab got flow b*t*h you already know
Erf's got a forehead looking like a f**king sled
Gonna ride that sh*t 'til your mama tell me quit
Better suck my d**k
Don't you know that your clothes from Apple Store
And your voice is like some sh*t that I'm really trying to quit
Better shut your mouth 'cause you ain't got no clout
My gat goes click
Yung Dab, back on the mic
Lil Erf, stuck riding a bike
Cause he poor, ain't got no cash
Little b*t*h, made no splash
On the scene, I'm the dean
Of this f**king school
And you know that I know
That his raps are like gruel
In a bowl so you know not to touch that sh*t
Else my boy's gonna roll up and make sure your a** get hit
To the ground, 'cause I'm down
To become a killa'
Stay slinging on the corner gonna get that [?]
I'm your stepdad cause I'm taking you to church
Driving my Tesla, making cops search
By the time we through you better be thanking God
That I got bored of your a** and already moved on
Yung Dab
Yeah
Let me catch you on the streets, Lil Erf
Los Santos, b*t*h
Prune gang, b*t*h
Sh*t's real now
Watch what happens
I'm gonna kill you, your friends
And I'm gonna take everything they got
Every last thing
It belongs to me, b*t*h
Sh*t's real now
You f**ked up
You f**ked up, yo
You thought I was gone
You thought I was gonna die, yo
You thought I was gonna bleed out, huh
Hell nah
I'm back, b*t*h
Yung Dab 2019
King of this sea
I saw a hospital bed
And now I want 'em dead
Let me catch you on the street
Let me show you I'm packing this heat, Yung Dab
He ain't scared, he's a b*t*h compared
Yeah you got a f**king squad but you ain't got a brod
Yung Dab, you know I got nine
Going on ten, your mom looking fine
I'm your stepdad cause I'm taking you to church
Driving my Tesla, making cops search
By the time we through you better be thanking God
That I got bored of your a** and already moved on
Yeah, little leech
Took you to the tracks and I'm still gonna preach
By the time I'm through you're gonna be drinking bleach
Your stumpy little arms way out of reach
Of this gold, that I got
B*t*h your mama a thot
And I gotta let you know that your brains I'm gonna blow
On the pavement where they're gonna draw
The fata** outline of your gaping maw
Gonna look real clean when I'm stacking that green
And I'm cool but you're not
Don't even smoke pot
Suck on this Glock
Better check the clock (Time's up!)
Dab got flow b*t*h you already know
Erf's got a forehead looking like a f**king sled
Gonna ride that sh*t 'til your mama tell me quit
Better suck my d**k
Don't you know that your clothes from Apple Store
And your voice is like some sh*t that I'm really trying to quit
Better shut your mouth 'cause you ain't got no clout
My gat goes click
Yung Dab, back on the mic
Lil Erf, stuck riding a bike
Cause he poor, ain't got no cash
Little b*t*h, made no splash
On the scene, I'm the dean
Of this f**king school
And you know that I know
That his raps are like gruel
In a bowl so you know not to touch that sh*t
Else my boy's gonna roll up and make sure your a** get hit
To the ground, 'cause I'm down
To become a killa'
Stay slinging on the corner gonna get that [?]
I'm your stepdad cause I'm taking you to church
Driving my Tesla, making cops search
By the time we through you better be thanking God
That I got bored of your a** and already moved on
Yung Dab
Yeah
Let me catch you on the streets, Lil Erf
Los Santos, b*t*h
Prune gang, b*t*h
Sh*t's real now
Watch what happens
I'm gonna kill you, your friends
And I'm gonna take everything they got
Every last thing
It belongs to me, b*t*h
Sh*t's real now
You f**ked up
You f**ked up, yo
