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Yung Shalack

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Real rap is what I spit, cause it's all facts it ain't bullshit
I bust my nut up on her lips, I dip, then you kiss her boy you a bitch
Rollin' blunts, grab another zip, Puff on this plane it give me a lift
Shit flips quick, I make chips quick, Whole clique with this arithmetic
See, I'm really bout it, been steady, countin', Ask anybody that knows me
All you pussies doubted, now you haters drownin' In depression because I flow heat
And no, you cannot do it like me, You slow and you sound so wack over beats
Yo, bro, put down the mic, boy, you weak, You takin' the L like your name is Trippie
My shit be bumpin' and no, I'm not frontin', I'm fuckin' up functions till money be comin'
The flow, it's still runnin', it got your squad jumpin' like trap when it's bussin'
And stocked up with onions, your bitch suckin' up my nut, Nasty kid, I put it in her butt
She squirtin' on me when we f*ck, Shower up quick and then I duck
Man, that's how I'm livin', no, I ain't lyin', I been money-driven, no, this ain't flyin'
Thinking bout my past, how I'ma get this cash and live my life while I'm steady grindin'
Give me the money and give me the cash, Smokin' on dope, I been rollin' up gas
Call up the plug, boy, I need me the pack, Yeah I just burned through the rest of the stash
Man, it's facts, y'all just act, Y'all ain't never really trapped
Never had your own stacks, Never ran up them racks
Probably always stayed at home and you was never late for class
Steady playin', Call of Duty, boy, the only time you clap
So why you actin' Dicaprio? I'm spittin' truths, these are factual
Make work vanish, that's magical, Ten crack commandments, my manual
I studied it, I practiced it, Learned from the greatest
Now stack the chips, I go grab a zip, I roll half of it
They say smoke too much, boy that's accurate, Now I'm rockin' two chains, homie
I feel like Titty Boy countin' so much, that I swear that I get annoyed
Big homie savage, one word he go get a toy, Pussys talk too much, I don't make a noise
Feel like the DJ, that way I remix, Cut up the work, I serve that to a lick
Grind out the mud, pussy, don't tell me shit, Started at small, now I'm at half of a brick
Smoke on gelato, get money, my motto, Serve cane like I'm Pablo
Got some, then I got more, Had dimes in the socks
With dreams of the lotto, But now I make guap ho
Make moves like a boss ho, This facts, I don't talk shit
CEO without an office, Bout to make them bank deposits
Yung Shalack, this boy a profit gang

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