Lyrics

I mean shittt, But we dont know about the rest of the YGB Introduce em if you dont mind I keep a rack like I'm tennis my Niggas a menace just like they name dennis They say I'm fye so I'm killin dese tracks Yea I murder da beat and I ain't even finish Imma young nigga come straight out da east but I stay to myself I ain't built like you bitches I can't be stuntin no bummy ass niggas Cuz y'all just be talkin and wantin attention Yea my niggas smoke dope they don't smoke no Port and dis choppa Ak make a young nigga float Kobe got sticks and moo got big fat Gats whea he at he gon shoot at ya back And Pilk take flight on a nigga plus mell Keep racks and stacks stuffed in da backpack My niggas stay to theyself If you fuck wit Tray then we might as well send you to hell Damn he got saved by da bell Now he in da principal office he betta not tell Freshman year yea I had to move schools So a nigga got active and toat dem tools ATL started hoppin in cars now I stay to myself because they neva knew Jokin around in the class I know I won't pass But some way I got off my ass Niggas was talkin bout shootin up shit I was Savin up money they livin too fast If I was a felon wit sticks in da trunk And cops get behind me I'm doin da dash Nigga was poppin that shit now he see me He scratchin his head just like he got a rash Now dat a nigga hit 10k niggas been Fake I'm just waiting on da hit day uhhh I'll cut a nigga like a sensei don't Get hurt betta listen what ya bitch say uhh We can't be stuntin no hater cuz All of my niggas in YGB tryna get rich We can't be countin on nobody else cause We just got each otha no stress for a bitch You gave dat hoe a ring and teddy bear on valentine you simp I used to be a simp but I grew older I turned to a pimp This man think he slick he fuckin bitches bigger than a blimp But I be fuckin bitches that be badder than Kylie and Kim My homies be dunkin but yo homies only touch the rim My homies go strong when we get active yos turn into wimps Parked up on da scene and they left blood but all my niggas crip Rappin took me far yea don't play wit me he's not one of dem Ya boyfriend like to snitch a lot Really I done did a lot Yea we call yo girlfriend throatasaurus she suck dick a lot Plus she really choosin let her go cus she just pick a lot Yea I'm gettin money I don't care if I was rich or not Workin all night doordash had to hustle I was in my bag now I'm comin our da dufffle If a nigga wanna talk hit his momma wit da boom Boom bang yea dat hoe got rig like some ruffles Punchin all day I done hurt my knuckle Stay strapped up like a seat belt buckle Know damn well I wanna fuck not cuddle Yea we all shooters not no fighter or a lova Oh shit, thats the end of the beat Nah fuck that, run that shit back i got some more to say Tray got da way wit da bitches but I ain't Gon speak on dat shit cuz he fucked on ya hoe Kobe be stayin on murder gang shit if You try one of us he gon kick in yo doe Moo just gon fight wit his fist but he keep Him a stick on his hip every where dat he go Pilk just be beatin the shit outta niggas No stoppin the fight until u hit the floe Mell keep a stick and he drive wit da whip Case a nigga caught slippin I know he on go Malik in da house but he keep him a knife Yea he takin yo life if you think he a hoe Same niggas always be talkin bout me be Dressin like bums and ain't gettin no dough Now I gotta strap don't think shit sweet I'll shoot every nigga that be hatin in da roe Yes indeed yes indeed, ok, alright Im really fuckin with this YGB crew I aint gonna cap
Writer(s): Hakim Calvin Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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