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Lethal Video (MV)




Performed By: YNS Bama
Language: English
Length: 2:52
Written by: willie mims




YNS Bama - Lethal Lyrics




Hundred round drum aim it right at your people
F*ck what you heard n*gga we aint equal
Danny Glover with the weapon boy this sh*t get lethal
Gorilla warfare n*gga f*uck the zookeeper
All i ever wanted was this mf glizzy
A big a** box of bullets just to tear up the city
Let of a couple of shots the neighbor said he heard fifty
And im sparking like song rocks let a n*gga play with me

Sparking like some rocks let a n*gga play that game
We aiming at your top we dont give af about fame
Scratch the serial off the glock now that b*tch aint got no name
And my n*gga make it rain so you better not say my name
All these n*ggas sweet af the choopah give em a tummy tuck
Thats on god we gone buss you wanna play try your luck
To all the n*ggas talking tuff my young n*ggas dont give af
Get yo a** zipped up riding in that hearse truck
I was lost and then i found my way around
You disrespect my young n*ggas gone lay your a** down
Diamonds blinging on me like wow
I walked in with a bankroll n*ggas like how

Hundred round drum aim it right at your people
F*ck what you heard n*gga we aint equal
Danny Glover with the weapon boy this sh*t get lethal
Gorilla warfare n*gga f*uck the zookeeper
All i ever wanted was this mf glizzy
A big a** box of bullets just to tear up the city
Let of a couple of shots the neighbor said he heard fifty
And im sparking like song rocks let a n*gga play with me

This aint no make belive n*gga
You better not play with me n*gga
I keep that thing on me n*gga
I make it bang on you n*gga
Ten karats in my ear got me feeling important
Getting head in the whip make me scratch up the forges
Harder than the cement, give me a reason
Trigger finger squeezing, my n*ggas eating
Salute to all the real n*ggas its our season
It cold i brought the breeze in my neck freezing
My n*ggas popping up like some acne my n*gga
You say you want smoke well get at me my n*gga
I keep the tool on the side i aint acting my n*gga
I aint beefing over the gram cuz ill smack me a n*gga
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Hundred round drum aim it right at your people
F*ck what you heard n*gga we aint equal
Danny Glover with the weapon boy this sh*t get lethal
Gorilla warfare n*gga f*uck the zookeeper
All i ever wanted was this mf glizzy
A big a** box of bullets just to tear up the city
Let of a couple of shots the neighbor said he heard fifty
And im sparking like song rocks let a n*gga play with me

Sparking like some rocks let a n*gga play that game
We aiming at your top we dont give af about fame
Scratch the serial off the glock now that b*tch aint got no name
And my n*gga make it rain so you better not say my name
All these n*ggas sweet af the choopah give em a tummy tuck
Thats on god we gone buss you wanna play try your luck
To all the n*ggas talking tuff my young n*ggas dont give af
Get yo a** zipped up riding in that hearse truck
I was lost and then i found my way around
You disrespect my young n*ggas gone lay your a** down
Diamonds blinging on me like wow
I walked in with a bankroll n*ggas like how

Hundred round drum aim it right at your people
F*ck what you heard n*gga we aint equal
Danny Glover with the weapon boy this sh*t get lethal
Gorilla warfare n*gga f*uck the zookeeper
All i ever wanted was this mf glizzy
A big a** box of bullets just to tear up the city
Let of a couple of shots the neighbor said he heard fifty
And im sparking like song rocks let a n*gga play with me

This aint no make belive n*gga
You better not play with me n*gga
I keep that thing on me n*gga
I make it bang on you n*gga
Ten karats in my ear got me feeling important
Getting head in the whip make me scratch up the forges
Harder than the cement, give me a reason
Trigger finger squeezing, my n*ggas eating
Salute to all the real n*ggas its our season
It cold i brought the breeze in my neck freezing
My n*ggas popping up like some acne my n*gga
You say you want smoke well get at me my n*gga
I keep the tool on the side i aint acting my n*gga
I aint beefing over the gram cuz ill smack me a n*gga
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Writer: willie mims
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