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Fill The Void
Young Shiners
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(Lucci, how you feelin'?)
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Yeah, mm
Yeah, I ain't got no ho card, you can
Pull up late, we gon' get it goin'
If you ain't my nigga, don't be worried 'bout what I get it for
I put all my work in for my territory, who you hittin' for?
I dog all these hoes, they hit the door soon as I get annoyed
You ain't got no motion, I suppose that you go get employed
They gon' hear this shit and get addicted like they hittin' boy
Don't know what it is 'bout zippin' shit, but I seem to enjoy it
But who is you to judge? They took my boy, I'm just tryna fill a void
Go get it like me, eighteen and rich, I say I did aight
Come from where it's vicious like a grizzly, slip and lose your life
I might beef on sight, I can't fathom am I such a type?
Or rockin' on nigga back when I can jump out, hit him with this pipe
I'ma live my life for all my guys who didn't get a chance
The other cards they put inside my hand, it turned me to a man
You know your ass ran when he got slumped, no way you makin' songs
If I blew his pipe, then best believe bro 'nem gon' sing along
He only a gangster on IG, see me, won't raise his tone
Or it might be bullshit, I don't know, I'm still gon' send him home
They know what I'm on, before I started rap, I been a threat
And I'm gon' get active everywhere else but the internet
When you mention me, just don't forget that I got chicken stacked
Enough to make a nigga just say, "Fuck it," leave his nigga whacked
No hittin' back, I still'll come myself, you know I been a problem
I ain't worried 'bout my opps, they know
I'm out here, should've been in Prada
Ain't got it for no reason, keep my yeeky, I'm gon' get it poppin'
Y'all knew what it was, it took one song to get the city watchin'
Yeah, I ain't got no ho card, you can
Pull up late, we gon' get it goin'
If you ain't my nigga, don't be worried 'bout what I get it for
I put all my work in for my territory, who you hittin' for?
I dog all these hoes, they hit the door soon as I get annoyed
You ain't got no motion, I suppose that you go get employed
They gon' hear this shit and get addicted like they hittin' boy
Don't know what it is 'bout zippin' shit, but I seem to enjoy it
But who is you to judge? They took my boy, I'm just tryna fill a void
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