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Yung T.K.

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97th Street was shut down Saturday between 109A Avenue and 110F as police are investigating
another homicide in our city
Paco, he alerted the cook and the joint
Damn, it's busy
Now, I'm thinking about it
Is it worth this life of crime
Got them bags up, and mags up
Aint with that waste of time
Got em fns in em waistband
Take plenty If taking mine
In that tinted puffing blizzy on a hoe aint giving dime
Say I can't, yes I can
We throw your body in that sand
Bring that food up on the table
Kinda feeling like the man
Heard you dissing, call up Munna
We kidnap you in that van
Or call up harman yea he with it
Come and blam u in that ram
He think we playing games
Go and show that dog in me
Talking about experience
Nigga tell em yea I got plenty
Humble as can be but don't get comfy
Snakes surrounding me
Geeking off the Henny
In my lonely one thing coping me
Niggas fiends
Caught a beam
In that beam
on the floor
Gon' be you
With your hoe
I make her cream
In my lane
Never seen
Your life aint expensive
Take it away in
Skinny jeans
Get that paper
Get that bag
Mister get by any means
Warya how you claiming gangsta
But you run up to the po
One day was fucking on this dhilo
Thought this broke shit gotta go
I shoulda did more than a punch
Gave your ass a mistletoe
Man yall kids Compared to us
These bullets let you know
Now I'm thinking about it
Is it worth this life of crime
Got them bags up,
And mags up
Aint with that waste of time
Got them ass FNS in em waistbands
Take plenty if taking mine
In that tinted puffing
Blizzy on a hoe
And giving dime
Say I can't
Yes I can
We throw your body in that sand
Bring that food up on the table
Kinda feeling like the man
Heard you dissing
Call up Munna
We kidnap you in that van
Or call up harman
Yeah he with it gon
Come and blam you in that ram
Man niggas leachs
Twisting up the story
Completely ripping it to pieces
Think I gotta tic
The way my finger clip releases
Heard a custy
call my name
I go and chip em pieces
My throwaways better
Then your music
Be some faeces
How you claim a block
Aint do a lick or clutch a pole
Heard you got a problem
Aint with that gossip
Let me know
How you claim a nigga
It's been rumored
That he told
I ain't frunt
I ain't snitch
Was grinding out
In the cold
Cause we young niggas untamed
Going round
Yeah we pop shit
Ain't so OP bitch
Leave you unconscious
Ain't no switching sides
You know
I'm finna be honest
Nigga still tweaking
From way back
In a august
Now I'm thinking about it
Is the worth this life
And crying
Got them bags open
Mags open
Got them mad fans
I waste bands
They claim me
Taking my hand
That tinted puffing
Blizzy on the hoe
And giving dime
Say I can't
Yes I can
We throw your body
In that sand
Bring that food up on the table
Kinda feeling
Like the man
Heard you dissing
Call up munna
we kidnap you
In that van
Or call up Harman
Yeah he with it come and
Blam you in that Ram
We come and Blam you in that ram
Young TK
Funnel
Funnel

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