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Blac Youngsta

Sammie Marquez Benson (born April 8, 1990), professionally known as Blac Youngsta, is an American rapper from Memphis, Tennessee. He signed to fellow Memphis-based rapper Yo Gotti's label Collective Music Group (CMG) in 2015. He became best known for the 2017 single "Hip Hopper" (featuring Lil Yachty) and the 2018 single "Booty", with the latter peaking at number 73 on the Billboard Hot 100. Both songs appear on his debut studio album 223 (2019), which peaked at number 42 on the Billboard 200. more »

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(606, been in this bitch)
Ayy, pussy what's up nigga?
I'm at yo' motherfuckin' front door step (bitch)
And I ain't deliverin' no newspaper
Let's go, f*ck a nigga
Uh, uh, uh (gang-gang)
Uh (gang-gang) 
Uh (gang-gang)

We spaz out (bitch), my lil' youngins like to crash out (come on)
I'm talkin spin in real life, play Black Ops
He rolled the dice with his life and he crapped out (stupid)
I won't drop a diss, we whack opps (gang)
Chalk his body on the black top (bitch, uh)
We know he not what he rap 'bout
I touch a bitch, turn her on like a laptop (uh, uh, uh)

I count dead niggas (dead niggas)
And I smoke dead niggas (uh, uh)
We peel his head with lead 
My lil' hittas slide like sled, nigga (skrrt)
I drop bread on your head, nigga 
They give me your head, nigga
Nigga play and he lay in his death bed
Fresh to death he a dead man

My shooters try knock off his fro (baow)
Bitch, we prolly smokin' your bro (ah-ha)
Public figure I stay with a pole (uh)
Don't inhale it we blowin' the smoke (uh, uh)
Triple K, I'm cutthroat (bang)
We tryna hang a nigga by a rope (come here)
Nigga go get fixed, you broke (you broke)
They know I stay with that stick it poke (uh, uh)
They know I stay with that fire (uh-huh)
Ain't no cap in my rap ain't no tellin' no lies (uh, uh)
And if I am, motherfucka I'm flyin (uh-huh)
Diss me in your trap, bitch rapper you dyin'
Bust down Rollie I can't tell the time (uh)
We double back like press rewind (uh)
I don't f*ck with these niggas they pickin' sides (on God)
Ain't doin' a show if I can't bring my stick inside (on gang)

We spaz out (bitch), my lil' youngins like to crash out (come on)
I'm talkin spin in real life, play Black Ops (come here)
He rolled the dice with his life and he crapped out (stupid)
I won't drop a diss, we whack opps (gang)
Chalk his body on the black top (bitch, uh)
We know he not what he rap 'bout
I touch a bitch, turn her on like a laptop (uh, uh, uh, uh)

I count dead niggas (I count dead niggas)
And I smoke dead niggas (I smoke dead niggas, uh, uh)
We peel his head with lead 
My lil' hittas slide like sled, nigga (skrrt)
I drop bread on your head, nigga (bitch)
They give me your head, nigga (get 'em right here)
Nigga play and he lay in his death bed (uh)
Fresh to death he a dead man (gang-gang)

Hit the block, spin it one more time (skrrt)
Caught my ops on the backstreet 
Took 'em out and I hit 'em one more time
I wish I could kill 'em one more time
Its all good cause his mama sufferin'
She wish she could see him one more time
Ridin' in a steamer bumpin' Bone Crusher 
Any nigga try to come for mines get whacked
Young niggas in my hood, we don't say blood nigga we say blatt
Any nigga go against the gang, guarantee they gone get whacked
I ain't gone lie had to cut my bitch off, put my shit on flat (gang-gang)
Gotta keep a fully automatic, I'm a big dog I prefer that MAC
Yeah, I put in work fore I go to church (what else you do?)
I took my shirt 'fore I go to work (and what else?)
I'm just like you I gotta clock in 
Only difference is I'ma shoot the clerk (pew)
Young nigga he gone shoot you first (brrt)
I'ma shoot you second 
I'm the last nigga you gone see 'fore you leave this earth, lil pussy
Shootouts in my neighborhood, paid in full
I'ma real killer but I saved the hood
Warnin' on the gate, stay away from bulls 
Shoot him in the face, he, yeah
Free my nigga Dre, I wish they can do it
Pussy ass nigga got gunned down (brrt)
Real OG in my hood
Nigga speakin' on me that'll get a nigga gunned down (gang-gang)

We spaz out (bitch), my lil' youngins like to crash out (come on)
I'm talkin spin in real life, play Black Ops (come here)
He rolled the dice with his life and he crapped out (stupid)
I won't drop a diss, we whack opps (gang)
Chalk his body on the black top (bitch, uh)
We know he not what he rap 'bout
I touch a bitch, turn her on like a laptop (uh, uh, uh, uh)

I count dead niggas (I count dead niggas)
And I smoke dead niggas (I smoke dead niggas, uh, uh)
We peel his head with lead 
My lil' hittas slide like sled, nigga (skrrt)
I drop bread on your head, nigga (bitch)
They give me your head, nigga (get 'em right here)
Nigga play and he lay in his death bed (uh)
Fresh to death he a dead man

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