Young Relic - 954 Shii

954 shii I ain't speaking on these Bodies yea
I ain't even ghost bihh swervin on These oops yea
Got the gas in the backseat now we Just vibing yea
Gotta keep it low key I ain't getting
Caught lackin yea
954 shii I ain't speaking on these Bodies yea
I ain't even ghost bihh swervin on These oops yea
Got the gas in the backseat now we Just vibing yea
Gotta keep it low key I ain't getting Caught lackin yea
AK-47 watch your soul leave your Body bitch
Hunnid sum' rounds yea I'm counting I Ain't stopping shit
Coming in the game like a king like I'm Bobby bitch
I ain't crazy I just want your body Fucking dropping jhit
Wesson on my right ugh glock on my Left hand
Bullets started thumping bitch nigga You ain't Superman
You started talking shit now you gone That's a stupid sin
Your homie told me where you at he Gone he a stupid friend
I'm on a stollo stollo I got the cola cola
I had your bitch suck my dick for a Motorola
Man she so stupid stupid
She threw the coochie coochie
I ain't trippin bout these hoes I got the Toolie toolie
Move it I ain't stupid foolie we could Shoot a movie
Watch how they body dropping
Like they done got the cooties
I don't get mad easy but bitch you Better cool it
Mob Psycho 10% charts going up so Stupid
You a lame luh stupid snake he know What he ain't
Stain I come in the building now his Pride just shrank
He a skank Luh pussy boy he ain't got No rank
Fake oouu that nigga cake make his Body break AYE
See you with that two tone
Snatch it off yo body nigga
You got them blue stones
Try to fight back
Put stupid on yo tombstone
Smelling iron in the night
30 in your new dome
Leave you outta sight
954 shii I ain't speaking on these Bodies yea
I ain't even ghost bihh swervin on These oops yea
Got the gas in the backseat now we Just vibing yea
Gotta keep it low key I ain't getting Caught lackin yea
954 shii I ain't speaking on these Bodies yea
I ain't even ghost bihh swervin on These oops yea
Got the gas in the backseat now we Just vibing yea
Gotta keep it low key I ain't getting Caught lackin yea
Bitch I ain't on that stupid shit
Either you on the bed sucking dick or You ona easy lick
I ain't on that sneaky shit
Drop your ahh real easy jhit
Trust me I ain't feeling shit
Cross your name of my list like a Mission bitch
I just want the mulalala
Call me Madara
Call my dawg Don dadada
He gon snatch ya life
Call me the finesse kid
Ima make you mine
Rags to richest on my fucking line like I'm stopping time aye
Draco and the choppa wimme
Baby you ain't selling me
Breaking down all these obstacles like I'm NLE
Gratata on the fucking walls like a Melody
Eating all these hollow tips like a Danm festivity
Breaking off your chromosome
Close your eyes and turn the corner
Turn you to an organ donor
Don't even run your fucking motor
Watch this mousekatool lift ya soul up
Aye hold up bitch
Countin guapo with the squad or by Myself that dolo shit
954 shii I ain't speaking on these Bodies yea
I ain't even ghost bihh swervin on These oops yea
Got the gas in the backseat now we Just vibing yea
Gotta keep it low key I ain't getting Caught lackin yea
954 shii I ain't speaking on these Bodies yea
I ain't even ghost bihh swervin on These oops yea
Got the gas in the backseat now we Just vibing yea
Gotta keep it low key I ain't getting Caught lackin yea

Written by:
Dave-Junior Armand

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