Yhung D - 20 Bulletz (feat. Young Cilantro)

Ahaha this for you broke ass niggas
Broke ass niggas
Ay bro lets show these niggas wsp rite Here
Aite bet
Guess they dont learn the message nigga
Lets fuckin show them wsp then
Its Young Cilantro in this bitch
Lets fucken get it
You aint bouta that lifestyle that your putting in your putting in your song
Told my brothers that im slidin if they right Or if they wrong
Strip a nigga for his bands so my money Can get long
Lota shit is goin on so im really sippin Strong
20 Bullets with no names i can put you Niggaz on
Dont be acting all that tuff lil nigga watch Your tone
20 Bullets in the clip and they rippin thru His bones
Ill forever be a thug in the streets where i Belong
Young Thug nigga man i turned into a Demon
Feel like roddy rich i be ballin every Season
Pack a nigga out and ill pack you for no Reason
Nigga started hiding once he heard this 40 screamin
You coked back the 40 but i know that you Aint squeezin
Shot him at his head now his forehead Started bleedin
Wipe a nigga nose but his nose was never Sneezing
Pull up w a mask and leave a nigga Freezin
Worried bout no bitch for this money i b Fininin
Nigga called the cops when he heard this 40 singin
Just pulled two skits you will never know that Feelin
Popped another molly and it really got me Healing
If he want it he got it on his blokk we gon Be creepin
Pull up onna nigga and leave him w out Breathin
Shoutout to bigbank man i swear that he b Drillin
Murder on my mind all i think abt his killinn
You aint bouta that lifestyle that your putting in your putting in your song
Told my brothers that im slidin if they right Or if they wrong
Strip a nigga for his bands so my money Can get long
Lota shit is goin on so im really sippin Strong
20 Bullets with no names i can put you Niggaz on
Dont be acting all that tuff lil nigga watch Your tone
20 Bullets in the clip and they rippin thru His bones
Ill forever be a thug in the streets where i Belong
Bitch lil nigga yea I know you in the streets
And you tryna catch some beef nigga Serve your self the meat
And get beat
Hop on beats for stress relief
Spit some heat
Fire bars
Hot like Alcapons wrapped cigars
Fuckin bitches in expensive cars
Top down and we lookin at the fuckin Stars
Look at Mars
That bitch farther than my life behind Them metal bars.
And I know your trying hella hard
Just to have a life to live with no body Guards.
209 That’s the gang that’s code.
That’s the number we live foh
That’s the number I’ll rep foh
That’s the number inside my phone
Go head call your hoes
See how many answer those
See how many leave like crows
See how many blow their nose
See them spiked up like a rose
See them 20 bullets holes
You don’t know shit bout all those
You aint bouta that lifestyle that your putting in your putting in your song
Told my brothers that im slidin if they right Or if they wrong
Strip a nigga for his bands so my money Can get long
Lota shit is goin on so im really sippin Strong
20 Bullets with no names i can put you Niggaz on
Dont be acting all that tuff lil nigga watch Your tone
20 Bullets in the clip and they rippin thru His bones
Ill forever be a thug in the streets where i Belong

Written by:
Diego Alamilla, Xorgie Heredia

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