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Yb Puerto Rico
Yb Puerto Rico
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Avery Morris
Avery Morris
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
No support was all the support I ever needed
These chips ain't on my shoulder, I'm busy tryna get even
I know why **** hatin', their envy come with a reason
The shit I do is natural, I'm drippin' through all the seasons
But, um, baby, we on sauce on the Nawf
And if you feel disrespectin', then we goin' in your mouth
And if we ever go broke, then we goin' in your house
And if you try to play broke, then we tearin' up your spot
Say, say me a prayer, 'cause lately I ain't been livin' right
The pressure for the money done turned me into the risky type
What you know 'bout stalkin' your prey all through the fuckin' night?
Two a.m., it's home invadin', I pray to God to get this right
I pray to God we see the light, 'cause we tryna get outta here
This **** got ten guns, if he get to one, we outta there
So Phat go through the fuckin' back, find where his family at
If that **** move on, pull that motherfucker back
John be the lookout man, 'cause Mike, he don't fool with that
Tie him up and ransack the house, we on the way back
[Verse 2]
Now we jammin', level up
We get hyphy, we finna buy some stuff
Fly to Cali, bag it up
Ship it to my manager
Overnight be fast as fuck
Touchdown, it's on again
Forget him, offer twenty-three
We could do the five for ten, it's up to you
Just don't play no games, 'cause I got customers
Keep the toolie on me just in case you think it's Lunchables
I can't let you take shit, stupid, take shit or make shit
For make sure that my kid ain't starvin'
My kid starve, that's ape shit
I can't let you go back to the base
A **** killin' me, that's just some hate shit
I don't really fuck with these ****
'Cause these **** only real on occasions
[Verse 3]
Say, "I reposted your shit, why you ain't repost mine?"
It ain't about no co-sign, it just went real on both sides
Now I'm finna level up, and you gon' have to witness that
Talkin' down behind my back, I ain't really into that
I just want the money, be the **** playin' pitty-pat
Rather get a bag than bein' offered to some kitty cat
Crazy shit, I'm so sick and tired of sayin' I hate the bitch
But every other day, she calls in glummin' on that basic shit
Team livin' SYE
C before an SBG
Bitch, I'm goin' in like them people finna sentence me
I'm gone
Written by: Avery Morris
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