"YouTube" lyrics
"YouTube"
You talk too much, so nowadays got a nigga... Ahhh
Bitch. these niggas talkin' too much, so nowadays got a nigga sayin' less
Chest, neck, shot, nigga wear a vest
Fifty shots, shoot a nigga 'til he melt
Drop a dot, and a nigga get the belt
X'd out, tell God how it felt
Real fire, I got bodies on my shelf
Gun smoke, Lil' yo, how it felt?
HG five, leave a nigga nil
I just play the cards that a nigga dealt, bitch I'm really hard, steppin' by myself
Seven inch AR's, make a nigga melt
Pop two bars, make you step on your dancehall
Actin' hard, You ain't step by yo' self, but we kill yo' broad
You ain't safe, we gon' shoot through yo' bodyguard
For that money, I just want your facecard
I'ma write a book, call that bitch, "How To Rob"
All that clutchin', you gon' get a cheddar ball
So you better up it, nigga, do your job
Get you gone, everybody put money up
Barry Bonds, knock your ass off the stadium
Hot shit, that's gon' shady, yo, crash it
Hot shit, hot shit, hot shit, ayy
Kill a nigga, then go fuck on my baby M
Bitch nigga, come and show me that you crazy then
Nowadays, niggas talkin' too much, so nowadays got a nigga sayin' less
Drop a body on the scene, out a hot car, five shots, five niggas dead
Niggas speak on big five, 'til I'm on top, bruh, I'm takin' off his dreads
Ayy, lose yo' top 3B, What?
Ayy, lose yo' top, 3B
Hot shit, hot shit, hot shit, hot shit, hot shit, hot shit
YouTube know we givin' niggas belt
APD know we givin' niggas belt
It hit different when your homies gettin' nailed
With them killers, we got bodies on our belts
Speak on me, then you don't care about yourself
On five, nigga, death gettin' dealt
Ayy, on five, these niggas hoes, on my mother
These niggas makin' up dances and shit
Ayy, only dance I know how to do, murder dance
Stupid, the fuck? The fuck wrong with these niggas, man?
Big five
And you know how it go If you come this way, you gon' get sent back
And these niggas pussy, gettin' extorted, where your pimp at?
Every time that another body drop, they like, we did that
Soon as I get the drop, put this bitch right where your lid at
Who did that? Who shot at me? Niggas shot my cap off, kid, who got at me?
I ain't never gettin' locked up for no murder, do that properly
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album:
"500k Degrees" (2024)
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