Sacrifice (Remix) lyrics

[Intro]
Helluva made this beat baby

[Verse 1: Yhung T.O.]
Ayy brodie pass the heem, let me hit that
Better keep a tight grip or get yo' b*tch snatched
Snuck this .40 in the club, can't forget that
Up the .40 on that n*gga push yo' sh*t back

[Verse 2: DaBoii]
Just put a 30 in my pole for that diss track
Threw on the all white buffs, I feel like Riff Raff
And n*gga just for talkin' sh*t you in the sh*t bag
And pus*y n*gga wait your turn you need to sit back

[Verse 3: Slimmy B]
Baby throw it back wit' yo' thick ass
Put that pus*y in my face let me lick that
Gotta hold the choppa tight, this b*tch kick back
If you ain't runnin' up yo' bands, b*tch get back

[Verse 4: Yhung T.O.]
Uhh n*gga shut the f*ck up wit' all that chit chat
I need 10 bands to get yo' b*tch back
n*ggas say they off the lot, we gon' flip that
And b*tch it's one up top ain't no click clack
[Verse 5: DaBoii]
b*tch stop askin' bout the smoke 'cause b*tch we wit' that
Hit a n*gga wit' this Glock and give 'em whiplash
And you can ask my mom dukes, b*tch I been bad
n*ggas still rap about the bands that we been had

[Verse 6: Slimmy B]
I'll send these choppa bullets at yo' six pack
The type to spend it on a b*tch wit' yo' trick ass
Louis, Fendi, Gucci on me, mismatch
In the Bay wit' it, youngest n*ggas wit' cash
We gon' drop a body if y'all drop locations
We don't love these hoes, don't cuff, don't save 'em
I need my bands now, I am not patient
Eyes hella low, I am not Asian

[Verse 7: Yhung T.O.]
And I gotta keep that Glock for n*ggas tryna score me
Catch you slippin' wit' your man's then you get popped wit' brodie
This a AR chop, this is not a .40
Get yo' dumb ass popped just for speakin' on me
How you wit' that b*tch but she be wit' brodie
Wanna suck my di*k and she don't even know me
Gotta keep it on me
You mom's only kid we keep her lonely
These n*gga's be phony
20 on my b*tch she keep a rollie
[Verse 8: DaBoii]
Ha b*tch, and we is not the same
I keep a strap on each hip when I rock the chains
I need the bands, need 'em fast, n*gga ándale
pus*y thought I was a lick n*gga not today
Catch a op without the strap, he'll get socked the face
Rockin' by my lonely but keep guap wit' me
And don't put yo' trust up in me .40 bound to spray
Lil' b*tch said she want the di*k b*tch I'm a dial away

[Verse 9: Yhung T.O.]
Lookin' like a lick I got them bands on me
n*gga you gon' die you put yo' hands on me
I got n*ggas that's gon' slide, they in that land for me
Had a ProMag on the Glock it damn near jammed on me

[Verse 10: Slimmy B]
I ain't worried 'bout no pus*y n*gga or no b*tch
You ain't been in the field or on no skits
Hit two cars wit' this chop, they both gon' flip
Don't love a b*tch, 'cause when you down these hoes gon' switch