24 Bars lyrics

by

Yung Bans


[Intro]
Yeah, y'all know what the f*ck goin' on man
I'm the biggest B ever man
I'm casket fly, I'm eagle fly, I'm soarin'
Yeah, zone four sh*t

[Chorus]
Ten toes down, b*tch I'm in too deep
Got it out the mud, B-L-double-O-D
Two trap phones, serving on the front street
Trapping out the trenches, got the apartment beat
Don Slaughter, woah
I get them bricks in the plastic
f*ck on your b*tch like a savage
If my homie know then I'm blasting
We pull up, we still let 'em have it
Drug dealin' and trafficking, you know that we trappin'
I'm strapped with two Glocks in the coupe and they plastic
These b*tches they bad and they diggin' my fashion

[Verse]
I'm strapped with two Glocks in the coupe and they plastic
(I'm strapped the f*ck up right now)
I'm geeked on the molly, I'm booted, I'm blasted
Swervin' through lanes off in traffic
Lil baby say she like the way that I'm dabbin'
Switch seats, yeah we caught 'em in traffic
All my n*ggas thuggin', we living lavish
(Everybody thuggin', you know how the f*ck we comin')
Young n*gga pull a [?] out a [?]
I give the word and my young n*ggas do ya
I'm drippin' in diamonds I'm cool like a cooler
Put you on the t-shirt, you n*gga blues
New draco with a thirty on the clip
Gucci belt hold up the thirty on my hip
Chopper hit him, make his ass do a flip
Smoke out the bag while you smoke out the zip
We pull up with sticks, let 'em have it
Roll the window down, brmm brmm
Stay in your place if you don't want no action
I'm on another level, boy you capping
Copped a new Rollie, could've bought an Aston
(Copped a new Rollie and flooded that motherf*cker)
Copped a new Rollie, I could've bought an Aston
(I stayed down for this sh*t, made it happen)

[Chorus]
Ten toes down, b*tch I'm in too deep
Got it out the mud, B-L-double-O-D
Two trap phones, serving on the front street
Trapping out the trenches, got the apartment beat
Don Slaughter, woah
I get them bricks in the plastic
f*ck on your b*tch like a savage
If my homie know then I'm blasting
We pull up, we still let 'em have it
Drug dealin' and trafficking, you know that we trappin'
I'm strapped with two Glocks in the coupe and they plastic
These b*tches they bad and they diggin' my fashion

[Outro]
Hey man, y'all know what the f*ck it do n*gga
Don Slaughter n*gga, motherf*ckin' zone four sh*t n*gga
Two gun gang n*gga, double barrell gang n*gga
East side love n*gga, n*gga, OD my fashion n*gga
I'm the classiest n*gga around, you dig
Having sauce and swagger man, you know what I'm sayin'
Been had this sh*t since a young n*gga
This sh*t drippin' off me man
Like a hot sauce bottle turned upside down ya dig
Dat way, [?] n*gga, murder gang sh*t, brrrat!

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