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SOB x RBE – Always Lyrics




[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I never leave my brothers, I never hold out
Always be thug, nigga never go south
Keep both eyes open, I know niggas go now
Always shoot first when those shots go off
Tell me that she love me, I already know now
Can’t buy tickets, every show sold out
Chop hold a hunnid and we empty whole rounds
For any of my brothers, I knock a nigga down

[Verse 1: Yhung T.O.]
Shit changed shit sick now days
I ain’t worried about shit, look at my wrist now days
For them bands I make a nigga strip now days
Even though a nigga on our still won’t change
These new niggas they ain’t keepin’ it a hunnid
I swear these streets and they take a nigga conscious
We ain’t runnin’ we the ones doin’ a hunnid
Merkin’ niggas skrt off doin’ a hunnid
On the next blocks be livin’ dry regular
We ain’t talk feds tappin’ in the cellular
I know niggas want me dead I ‘on’t carry none
At some point, you gotta notice niggas amateurs
And I don’t got time to be fuckin’ wit’ you
I do not got time to be duckin’ from you
Say we runnin’ from four, bitch we runnin’ from who?
So I promise to catch a body when I run into you

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I never leave my brothers, I never hold out
Always be thug, nigga never go south
Keep both eyes open, I know niggas go now
Always shoot first when those shots go off
Tell me that she love me, I already know now
Can’t buy tickets, every show sold out
Chop hold a hunnid and we empty whole rounds
For any of my brothers, I knock a nigga down

[Verse 2: Slimmy B]
VVS diamonds my shit clear, your’s cloudy
E’rywhere I go I hear a nigga talkin’ ’bout me
SOB we the best no disrespect to DJ Khalid
If a nigga run up trippin’ I’ma catch a body proudly
The realest nigga some type can’t even turn fake
Seen a lot shit change when the fuckin’ K came
Crestside stays up but I don’t fuckin’ gangbang
And if a sucka slide bustin’ I’ma do the same thing
Ain’t fuckin’ wit’ you niggas ’cause you niggas too strange
TEC on my neck, hangin’ on a shoestring
I slide down your block and treat it like a shootin’ range
Real duffle bag boy like that nigga 2Chainz

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I never leave my brothers, I never hold out
Always be thug nigga, never go south
Keep both eyes open, I know niggas go now
Always shoot first when those shots go off
Tell me that she love me, I already know now
Can’t buy tickets, every show sold out
Chop hold a hunnid and we empty whole rounds
For any of my brothers, I knock a nigga down

[Verse 3: Lul G]
For any of my brothers I knock a nigga down
I be posted in the Jag, we been thuggin’ wit’ them rounds
Opp niggas slide down get his ass knocked down
Double back, masked up, lettin’ off hella rounds
I be posted wit’ the thugs lately, we been sendin’ slugs
Paranoid off the kush, gotta lay of the drugs
Only nigga eighteen, I can whip out a dub
And these niggas they be mad ’cause these bitches show me love
But these bands, I don’t love for they bust yeah
Left pocket, pink fifties ridin’ thug yeah
And these bitches I don’t love ’em, I won’t cuff yeah
And these nigga I won’t ever ever trust yeah

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I never leave my brothers, I never hold out
Always be thug nigga, never go south
Keep both eyes open, I know niggas go now
Always shoot first when those shots go off
Tell me that she love me, I already know now
Can’t buy tickets, every show sold out
Chop hold a hunnid and we empty whole rounds
For any my brothers, I knock a nigga down




Post Malone – Psycho Ft Ty Dolla Sign




Lyrics to ‘Post Malone – Psycho Ft Ty Dolla Sign’ by Post Malone:

It might not have a release date, but it appears clear that Post Malone’s Beerbongs & Bentleys album is coming soon. On Wednesday (Feb. 21), which is one day after he unveiled the dates for his forthcoming tour with 21 Savage and SOB x RBE, the Dallas, Texas crooner pulled up with a preview of “Pyscho,” a new Ty Dolla $ign-assisted track coming out this Friday (Feb. 23).

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SOB x RBE – The Man Now Lyrics


[Intro]
Motherfucka with that shit on me
I wish a nigga would try to get on me, bitch
Motherfucka with that shit on me
I wish a nigga would try to…

[Chorus]
Lil’ nigga in this mothafucka nigga, bands out
Any nigga try to reach, he get ran down
Niggas fake, you my mans now
Only time you around, when yo’ hand out
When yo’ hand out, bitches not around but they fans now
But they fans now, cause a young nigga gettin’ bands now

[Verse 1]
I’m gettin’ bands now, I’m the man now
Would have copped two but they ran out
Two bad bitches and they stand out
In this motherfucka with the Glock on me
And I wish a nigga would try to plot on me
Naw friends ain’t good, it is not homie
Little bruh with the Glock how we pop forty
I remember we was slidin’ in the Civic
Broke niggas take tabs while you listenin’
Had to get it at the foot had to kick shit
Young shit like the Grinch Stole Christmas (broke bitch)
Lil’ nigga, why the mention?
You gon’ pay for your death with that sentence
I’ll slide down your dress with that big shit
Take deck with the chop how we kick flips

[Chorus]
Lil’ nigga in this mothafucka nigga, bands out
Any nigga try to reach, he get ran down
Niggas fake, you my mans now
Only time you around, when yo’ hand out
When yo’ hand out, bitches not around but they fans now
But they fans now, cause a young nigga gettin’ bands now

[Verse 2]
A circle full of rats, for my circle full of straps
Keep your click over there, ‘for your click niggas clack
Really give a fuck about this, this, that
See you in the field better keep yo’ strap
Tired of those buckets, now it’s six of the lot
Niggas slide through, twenty-six for the Glock
Can’t keep up, thirty shots for the stock
Drop the bitch for a dime, now the bitch wanna stalk
Uh, drop bail at the bitch, young nigga Mo drop bail now I’m rich
And I just dropped on a loft
Get your ass out the way, with the drop of a car
It’s a banger after banger, yeah we done it again
Fuck your bitch from the back, now I’m fuckin’ her friend
Nigga speakin’ on my name, so I’m pluggin’ his mans
On some cold weather shit, you niggas duckin’ the fan


SOB X RBE – Anti Social


[Intro]
RBE, SOB that’s the gang bitch

[Verse 1: Slimmy B]
MCM backpack, lil nigga back back
Fuck where the ass at, bitch where that cash at?
Loud when we smokin’, lil dope we don’t match that
Any sucka nigga slidin’ through we can clap that
House like we runnin’ through that bitch like it’s FasTrak
Remember all them days I was broke, but I’m past that
Get the job done when I’m bustin’ I don’t back track
Hit the block with them chops out like it’s Baghdad
Shooter like Mad Max, leave a nigga stretched out
All headshots, dumb nigga put that vest down
Beat the pussy up like a young nigga fresh out
Thuggin’ with them techs out, I bring the jets out
Niggas ups on a kid, I’ll bust a nigga head
These 7.62’s knockin’ off a nigga’s dreads
Money on my mind, all I think about is bread
And tell yo’ bitch get off my dick, she keeps tryna give me head
A bunch of young niggas sick wid it like 40
350 Yeezy boost, nigga these ain’t Roshe’s
On my bag flow, I’m tryna bust down a Rollie
My son mom everything, I treat her like a trophy
Pour two fours of that yellow, no Kobe
Got OGs that’ll still shoot like Ginobili
A band for my coat like I live where the snow be
And bitch I’m from the Crest where shit gets funky, nigga

[Pre-Hook: Yhung T.O.]
And that’s why I gotta keep a ratchet, bad bitch
Work two jobs and gets taxes
Bought a new Glock, hold 30 like a plasma
All she want is two things backshots and a backrub
And oh I, oh I
I’m that nigga that will do that
You know I can’t lie
Love the way that you move that
You know I, know I get that check and run through that
Got one clip, two clips
Niggas know I keep two straps

[Hook: Yhung T.O.]
And that’s why I’m so anti anti
Can’t trust these bitches no can I, can I, oh
And I, and I always keep some shooters on standby, standby, no

[Verse 2: Yhung T.O.]
You fuckin’ with a savage
Still remember days I ain’t have shit
Everything designer, I don’t match it
A band and ten cents for these shoes if you tax it
You ain’t fuckin’ with a boss nigga
Don’t touch, don’t ask how much these cost nigga
Just know I, know I got tints so dark can’t see no eyes, both eyes

[Hook: Yhung To]
And that’s why I’m so anti anti
Can’t trust these bitches no cannot cannot, oh
And I, and I always keep some shooters on standby, standby