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Blac Youngsta
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sammie Benson
Composer
Lyrics
Mm
Mm, mm, mm, mm
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm
No love for no pussy
It's overstood, ****, we all kill shit
You already know, get the fuck off me
**** know ice on me, ****, I'm on that slime shit, bitch
I done already lost everything to this shit, ****
I take everything, bitch
Yeah
Pussy ****, yeah
I'm on that, ay, Garrett, give me that AK
They wanna know right now, bitch-ass ****, here it go
I'm assuming, them bitch-ass **** caught themselves stoppin' me (I'm assuming)
I'm assuming, my young **** murder shit, they bust shots for me (yeah)
I'm assuming, **** gon' pay me everything they got for me (bitch)
I'm assuming, **** they think I'm playin' like Monopoly (pussy)
All that throwin' them slick shots on the 'Gram, that's how you end up dead
And I don't got no love for no pussy ****, I want off with his head (gang)
And I don't give no fuck 'bout what you rep, you know my opps they bled (gang)
I done bust out shots for others **** 'cause other **** was scared (gang-gang)
Ask me what I rep, I rep that red, black ain't far from red
**** tried to clip me like some dreads, ski mask on his head
**** don't want no smoke 'cause when it come wartime, these **** scared
I'm the type of **** put money on your head
Come kill you for it, then get the bread
I've been a street **** that murder shit
Rappin' shit, my second hobby (gang-gang-gang)
I'm on a burge 'bout to purge with the young ****, they stackin' bodies (brrt)
Bust out the Lamb truck, I don't give no fuck, I'm bussin' out the new Ferrari (skrrt)
Pussy-ass **** and I'm still retarded (bitch)
This on gang, I'm still mobbin' (gang-gang, gang)
I'd give this shit up right now if I could see my dawg alive (I swear to God)
I sold my soul to the devil raw, before back, life was wild (bitch-ass ****)
I seen some **** make changes on me, I took care of they child
(I'm on their shit, ****, what's up, ****?)
I go to sleep with my banger on me 'cause I don't trust nothin' around
Murder what she wrote, you play with me, you get murdered again
I dig your ass up and show your friends, on some evil twin
You gon' have to be quiet when I talk, that's the seat you in
All them whips I bought, them **** stole cars, and they scrapped the VIN (yeah)
Yeah, them pussy **** didn't let me in
I put some rap ****, brought they life when they out with their friends
Gang-gang, gang, gang-gang
When we hit your block, we spin again
I'm assuming, you ain't gon' learn your lesson 'til we come and kill your kin
Stop this bitch right here (what?)
Let me out (hell nah)
You know I'ma squeeze the whole trigger, pussy
You know how I come
You know a **** did this shit for you, duh (yeah)
I'm on that same shit, bitch-ass ****
Man, get the fuck off, ****, killin' shit, ****
(Man, get your ass in the car)
You know these **** gon' tell on you
I wish Craig was alive to see me now
These **** wanna be now (rest in peace, cuz)
I made a stop at the CVS
These **** wanna see me drown (it's on blood)
Heartbroken, some **** they crossed me out
These **** wanna see me down (no love)
I'm vicious
I'm smokin' straight on my opps, straight up out the pound (yeah, ay)
We gon' spray your life
We the type of **** that'll come wet you down
If I say it twice, swear to God gang 'nem them come shut you down
Yeah (yeah)
They ran out of bullets
My young **** caught them **** lackin' out of bounds
I remember way back in the day, I was on a play
Make them pussy **** respect my hustle, workin' like a slave
Gang-gang, gang-gang, fuck everybody for life
I was tryna get paid
Killers take you out and clean the scene
I ain't talkin' a maid
Runnin' through the streets, gamblin' with my life, lookin' for a fade
Prayin' to the Lord, he save my life, I just wanna be saved
Written by: Inconnu Compisiteur Auteur, Sammie Benson, Spencer Harris