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YBN Nahmir

G28

 

G28


K Hendrix cold as a mons
These .28s swerin, I'm in Oakland nigga
I'm in the base, in this bitch they all bout' my bag
Ay, a young nigga, I'm all about my cash
You can ask my grandma, I'm all about 'em racks
When my enemies tried to slide I put 'em in that bag
We in the club, you tryna' fight, but I'm up that strap

Glizzy poking throughs, we in the stud and now we tripping nigga
Blood up on my feet, I best his ass in Balenciagas nigga
And the nigga can get ricked, I got that shawty with me
And in the S's, come here, I finna lick, then I swerve
If the homie drop the Glock then he getting DP
Nigga wanna join the set, Gotta smack
You know its fucked, all the day opp's they my enemies
We gone spin another block and then we slide again
Niggas talking crazy but I got my Glockie
Nahmir in the cut, I see his blores in his blazer
Cut him lacking in the grass, now I got mud all over my Nikes
But it ain't shit to a P, I'm just being me
Let that whole clip bounce on that .50 street
Bounce out with that drank like I'm Soulja Boy
Niggas playing with that block, but they ain't making noice
Whole time these guns props, they all toys
Sike, I'm lyin, bitches .38s in my fucking booths
Smack a nigga in front his mama with this .22
We tried to put that K on his hood, but I ain't finna do
Now I gotta show my lil homies how you supposed to move
If you catching with that bitch, take that niggas chain
If you see him in the set, hit that niggas brain
I ain't gay cause a stick, He ain't need no Wayne
Got that .30 in a .40, I've been on the same shit
Niggas talking crazy but I got my Glockie
Nahmir in the cut, I see his blores in his blazer
Cut him lacking in the grass, now I got mud all over my Nikes
But it ain't shit to a P, I'm just being me
But it ain't shit to a P, I'm just being me
Let that whole clip bounce on that .50 street
Bounce out with that drank like I'm Soulja Boy
Niggas playing with the Glock, but they ain't making noice

done

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