Correction Lyrics sticks with me by nba youngboy

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Trap jumpin’ like two, three
I really can’t even think right now
I want that Xan’, but I ain’t got nothin’ of that (Xan Walk)
Shawty said she need me and I ain’t never needed her
Not for anything and it don’t make sense to me
All I ever need is 4KTrey and many men (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
And all of this money and these motherfuckin’ sticks with me
Oh (Oh), oh (Shots fall), all these fuckin’ shots with me
(Ayy, DDawg, nigga, you know what it is with me) Hah
Yeah, fuck these hoes, man, fuck all these niggas (Bitch ass nigga)
You know how I get down on top, yeah

Dirty ass nigga, pull up fresher than a newborn
This shit just got compressed, yeah, this that new bomb
Three-five, that’s all I could do for ’em
Tried to take it, take off his arm, the first shot, that’s the alarm
You gon’ see ’bout twenty niggas right behind me and they all armed
I go post up in that North like, nigga, I ain’t got no worries
My momma tell me, “Fuck a nigga,” shoot that one who come through swervin’
What she said on Instagram? He better shoot ’til he can’t shoot no more
Back then outside the TV storm, like boy, you know you been a ho
This thug life shit’ll never go, my son be screamin’, “Gang, gang”
His momma call my phone every time she know I left a stain
Fuck these niggas and fuck all that blame
Fuck these cars, I wan’ collect your brain
And if you knew how close I was, then bitch, you would go do the same
Glocks out, man down, he don’t know, where we ran down
What them niggas sayin’ now? Not a motherfuckin’ thing
Catch you with your pants down, bitch, you ain’t gotta stand down
You know the only reason that we came in contact for to leave a stain

Ten thousand on me now, this ain’t no rap money, nah, nah
I just passed it to my youngin’, he gon’ clap somethin’, yeah, yeah
You know we load up soon as we get the drop on ’em, pop out
Just keep up with that ra-ra, we spinnin’ while the cops out

I pop these Blues Clues Xans like I’m a junky, I don’t give no fucks
Better come correctly, bitch, you paid to slump me, I’ma put you up
Fuck a push-up, get your weight up, I got my cake up, lil’ nigga, yeah
Got love for different shit, boy, you ain’t on nothin’, let’s count some heads

Keep it real, bro, we gotta make sure one out the gang
If we don’t go there, then it don’t happen
‘Cause them niggas ain’t gon’ come this way
Baton Rouge, know it’s done this way
And enough for what my momma say
With that bitch up, down and side my waist
Screamin’, “Kill me, bitch,” I missed my fade
Gotta put bird back inside that cage
When you think the gang, I’m on the same
And I put two of them bitches up for somethin’, and still got more in vain
I ain’t forget about what you did, my nigga
Our opps don’t know about them pictures
Nigga don’t know I coulda been and zipped him
But it’s good, I respect your call, nigga, I’ma catch ’em

Shawty said she need me and I ain’t never needed her
Not for anything and it don’t make sense to me
All I ever need is 4KTrey and many men
And all of this money and these motherfuckin’ sticks with me
Oh, oh all these fuckin’ shots with me
Yeah, fuck these hoes, man, fuck all these niggas
You know how I get down on top, yeah

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