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YungLiV - How it happened lyrics

Artist: YungLiV

album: How it happened


(Ooh, Sav you killed it)
If I feel tension in this bitch, then I might shoot some'
I came in with the squad, these niggas lick ya hard
But who gon' do some?
You can tell 'bout my walk
Come try your luck this switch 'ill leave your crew fucked
Don't play with us, my hitters camped
And caught him loafin' 'round like 2 some
We can take the highway straight to hell, that's if you wanted to
My Glock hold 28, he caught that 6, and I had 22
My shorties runnin' down 'bout any bag, that's if I want 'em to
Told lil' bro
"Hold it steady, and get up close before you start to shoot"
Nigga claim he run his block, he lyin'
He ain't even did enough
Broski called me, kill confirmed
They hot from out that shh, truck
He tried reach for my chain and witnessed red soon as he tried to duck
Sent her a lift home, she knew the rules
Bitch don't be playin' dumb
This red I can't crash
We too much to let 'em grip me up
He put me in that song, they caught his man
And he felt every gun
You mad we found that bitch
You said you love these hoes for everyone
Old and new opps cliquing up, why?
They know we lit as fuck
We got AR's like the navy, try your luck
Bet foe nem slangin'
He was walkin' on the 9
Theyleft him stankin' on that pavement
Said you want, put bro in them raps
Make sure you tell 'em how we chase you
Nigga ran and turnt the wrong block
We was chillin' right there, waitin'
All these body snatchers 'round me
Honestly, watch what you sayin'
We can go block for block and shot for shot
We out here every day
If I see blue and white, my chances slim
I'm goin' the other way
These bitches see me go from none to some
It's all about that pay
Go, go, uh, we pull up and we send hot shit
Niggas, fuck you want nigga
We the ones who did that thing
If I feel tension in this bitch, then I might shoot some'
I came in with the squad, these niggas lick ya hard
But who gon' do some?
You can tell 'bout my walk
Come try your luck this switch 'ill leave your crew fucked
Don't play with us, my hitters camping
And caught him loafin' 'round like 2 some
We can take the highway straight to hell, that's if you wanted to
My Glock hold 28, he caught that 6, and I had 22
My shorties runnin' down 'bout any bag, that's if I want 'em to
Told lil' bro
"Hold it steady, and get up close before you start to shoot" to

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