SORCERERS! Lyrics – Youngster
Singer: Youngster
Title: SORCERERS!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, OK, uh huh, alright, uh huh, yeah, yeah, huh, alright, lil n#gg#, talk to em
Call up my goons and they pull up like curses
Bet he won’t do what he said when in person
Hundred round drum, so that chop get to bursting
Chopper gon hit him, it’s closing his curtains
Pull up and run through your home like a bandit
He wanna talk and his domain expanded
My dawgs divine, they pull up if I ask em
Chop to his face, that boy not gon be candid
Nobara walk with the hammer, you bleeding out
Yuji and Sukuna, letting my demons out
Steady capping, it’s easy to see around
Know that you scared, homie, what you gon see about
He on the internet, making some statemеnts
In person he idle, transfigurе him
You hear a boom, then it’s flashing like Raiden
Pump in his face, then his face finna cave in
Chopping his vitals, ratio
Say that I’m trash, but your playlist ain’t saying so
Say that I’m trash, but you know that your plays are low
Fifteen to twenty, as far as your plays will go
I rarely post and do better than you do
I’ll beat his #ss and then post it on YouTube
I got some demons that’s ready to Doom you
I call em up, you gon see what my goons do
Talk on the gang and that boy doesn’t live now
f#ck on a b#tch, she gon swallow my kids now
We got two dicks in her mouth like a Twix now
Arching her back till that b#tch hit the bridge now
Talk on the gang and my goons finna follow up
Dick is so big, that sh#t, wait
Pull out that chopper, it won’t leave a follicle
It came with attachments, that sh#t really optimal
That boy a b#tch and he rolling with p#ss#
I’m always on edge, little b#tch, do not push me
I call up my goons and they slidin’ like tussy
If he don’t got bread, then that b#tch can not push me
OWCA, I’m rolling with animals
I be on the block like I ball with a Mannimal
Lil shorty, she eat up the meat like a cannibal
He talk about Glocks, but his sh#t isn’t tangible
I’m talking bout Glocks and I’m shooting for real
I’m talking bout Glocks and I’m shooting to kill
That n#gg# be talking, just cool it and chill
I ball like the eagle, my cool in the field
That n#gg# a b#tch though
But he live his life on the edge though
Mister Rime, how I keep me the stick though
And I keep that sh#t swinging like Hypno
If he hate on the way that I kick flows
Then that boy in a box like a Bento
I be moving with lead like a pencil
And that boy dripping red like a menstrual
Wait, it’s Young Durag and it’s YOUNG$TER
Little b#tch give me #ss and I dump her
And shorty not bending, I pound her
And I’m in a leverage, I’m gunners
When it comes to the cash I don’t slumber
Shit, gang sh#t, you already know how I do this, me and YOUNG$TER on the chat
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