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Correct YSN Part 2 Lyrics
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[Intro] Gang Gang Bitch, (KidWond3r You Made This Beat Dang) Aye You know how im rockin bitch Get yo guns up, get yo funds up You on that opp shit, get mop stick bitch (gang) [Verse 1: Lud Foe] Aye We pull up on the op side, shots fired We got rugers and Fn's, bitch dont let me fuck I fuck her bestfriend We do drive-by's, Hit all y'all We do walk ups and pop ups, Whole lot of shots when this Glock bust Duck nigga, you fuck nigga, Put these hollows in yo ass We ain't playin with no wanna be tough nigga Bankrolls, yeah my trues, they be stuff with em And I ain't lettin not a fuck nigga, try to fuck wit em Fuck a ski mask, cause ion need it I go bare face, they make me change the murder rate Foenem be beating murder case Cause ima pull up, with a forgi on a straight 8 We got macs for days, fuck i look like totin a 38 We gang bang and i hope you on the same thang We hit yo fee fee and shoot it up, nigga gang gang Who is this fuck nigga with his hat broke off Im rollin off the ecstasy, its hard for me to maintain Fuck the feds, free all of my niggas out the chain gang I was in the trap gettin head from yo main thang Fuck a red laser, we got choppas with green beams I stomped a nigga out, still got blood on my shoe string Run up in yo house, i need all of that lose change Niggas run they mouth, they just talk, they be fu gang We can shoot it out, this tec spit out blue flames Trynna get some fame, lose yo life in this rap game [Chorus] Yeah I'm still same young out west nigga You rock with the opps, then you gone die with em Im posted onna block, with a big 4 nickel The police on my ass, they trynna take my picture Bitch I live the life of a young street nigga We live by the code and we fuck these bitches I fucked a check up, im gucci, went to sleep in linen Extended clip in this Uzi, I can't help but hit ya (Gang Gang)(Cago Leek) (Gang Gang)(Cago Leek) [Verse 2: Cago Leek] Ion trust a lot of niggas, a lot of niggas They gone tell tell, but ima get this money Free my niggas out that cell cell, Fuck nigga Don't get sent off like some damn mail Thinkin that im sweet, fill his head with some damn shells Lud foe, when you see them niggas we gone jump out Riding shotgun so, you know i brought the pump out Stalk a nigga crib, ima stand till he come out Niggas totin 30's, So Lil Pablo brought the drum out I got a phone call, i heard Lud Foe in that jam jam Bitch im gone get em, ion care bout what the bail is Broke niggas yall not really in the field fam You say you a shooter but yo ass dont shoot to kill kill I know some hot heads, they be smokin niggas like some pot heads, bitches keep tellin me bout what the opps said Growing up, i can tell you bout what that block did 10 on that d, that turned me into a block head [Verse 3: Lud Foe] You ain't from around here, you get found here Boy you lackin, you see that fire bullets burst out that mac like a dragon Im from out west where we tote tecs its a habit Shes a hot bitch, make her top shit while im driving You on that opp shit you get mob stick boy we sliding You not a drilla, not a killa, you not a savage Stalked up gorillas for them junkies bitch im trappin Out the bando, drapped in Dolce, and Gabbana Money in the shoe box, loaded guns in the mattress I only fuck foreign thots , ain't none of my bitches average I went to sleep with two hoes, i woke up in a mansion Ridin round with two poles, you know whats finna happen Im ridin with my strap and you danglin, danglin He ion know how foenem be bangin, bangin They gone see how yo brains be hangin, hangin Bitch im Boochie Gang, I ain't changin changin Dont test yo luck, fuck with us yous a dead man We dont give a fuck we pull up killin everything Bitch we gone slide, and i put that on everything Leave bodies outside we shoot bitches and everything [Bridge] I fell of in the club with some thugs got my semi tucked Yo bitch trynna fuck for my guwop, she a silly duck Pull up on yo block, foenem hangin out off that Hemi truck Why you sellin dope? bitch i gotta get this money up [Chorus] Yeah I'm still same young outwest nigga You rock with the opps, then you gone die with em Im posted onna block, with a big 4 nickel The police on my ass, they trynna take my picture Bitch I live the life of a young street nigga We live by the code and we fuck these bitches I fucked a check up, im gucci, went to sleep in linen Extended clip in this Uzi, I can't help but hit ya (Gang Gang)(Cago Leek) (Gang Gang)(Cago Leek)
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