YN (lyrics)

Young nigga wit the shits and goin 90 down the road
Right beside me is my glock you know my ass can’t leave it home
Got some new slimy opps they always tryna my call phone
*And my baby said she want some fucking love just leave me lone
I be trapped inside my mind I saw the star when I get stoned
I remember all dem days *my energy I had to hone
I was posted wit the metal wit a pocket full of chrome
Yea I’m misunderstood smoking gas clutchin poles
Yea you try some funny shit i give yo house some bullet holes
*6k baby niggas knowin we roll
I want a ak47 extended clip and hold a scope
I want a 4 story house so all my niggas call it home
I want a make a fucking list so all my oppas can be gone
*Bitch I’ll pull up to yo crib when I get pissed and cap yo dome
Bitch I’m high everyday and you know I’m smoking strong
You got a problem we solve em what the fuck you even on???
I know you solemn to the bottom i cant help you wit no bond
I feel like Robin when I’m robbin get the goods to all my dawgs
My name is silent why you whining then his soul was fuckin gone
I gotta holla when you fallen cuz the chalk is gettin drawn 
He denyin when u spyin you the snake who 12 put on
*I love my baby yea she tryin but my conscious jus a spawn
Yea I’m a demon in the mist and she the beauty of a swan
You tryna fye right at my house yo glick should stay right in the pawn
Stop all the fightin or you dying *take yo life is not a loss
I know you flyin to the sky if *all y’all niggas call the law
You can’t be prying I’m undying help my family carry on
I can’t be lying or complying *ima send you straight to god

When I get famous money fat
You tryna push up where you at
Fuck yo clique fuck yo stat
You aint a thug you jus a brat 
Don’t judge my life you know the facts
Cuz niggas know jus how you act
I stay rent free inside yo mind so don’t you tell me all det cap
You talking big you runnin flats 
2 Fnns right at yo hat
And free my bothers out det vat
Dis ain’t no mortal kombat
You hit a lick so what yo strat
I keep on movin like a gnat
You know I buzz around yo head but you can’t tell like where Im at
Last time you said det you was G but wearing red and sayin slatt 
I caught yo ass right in the street you pissed yoself I showed my gat 
Up in Oconee county jail they wrote yo name det you a rat
Don’t give a fuck about no nigga I ain’t fuckin wit the chat

YN (intro)

Opps Magnet
Opp niggas always tryna eat all on my plate
Boy you boy dissin where you stay
Goofy niggas tryna beef wit me out of the state
Ain’t no talkin want the pay
Bitch niggas tellin me det dey finna come spray
Then they tell me not today
Ay my young niggas really out sprayin they kays 
They finna kill you where you lay

You got a glock? Well I got a glock too
Too many niggas det finna come pop you
Beat on det nigga like my name was ryu
Yea cry like a bitch now you look like you cailu 
I got them steppas dets finna surprise you
Too many times det I coulda done fried you
Boy you go thru the night nd you watchin behind you
You ain’t finna slide you wasting my time foo 

You said you hot but my nigga im cold
Don’t give bout yo meaning and goals
Yo nigga sleepin my nigga on go
How you gon slide when you don’t got a pole
How you gon hide when you gotta go home
You said you killa my nigga you fold
I took a body I don sold my soul
I was 15 when I don sold my pole
Got a new one wit a light like a toll 
tryna be gang boy I know det you troll
You be on internet beefin and scroll
Go clean yo room boy you do as you told
It’s been like 4 years shit gettin old
Glizzy a hoe betta stop drop and roll
Keem is a kid yea the streets you don’t know
6 is bitch how you switchup on bro

Dese nigga pussy they pop out ceiling man
Fuck do you mean det you finna come spill a man
My shawty know det she step wit a realer man
Fuck all my exes dese bitches be trippin man
Might catch a body so fuck how you feelin man
How you still moving I feel like I’m thriller man
Kill a man, mood in the air can get chiller man
Det nigga freezin he look like a pillar man

Opp Magnet

Jango Fett Snippet

Mmm
Imma get it no cap
Mmm
take you right off the map
I ain’t playin det shit nigga
Ain’t gon be lackin
I’ma go getta
I’m born to be trappin

Yea

Up in my city it turn you insane
Tryna catch shots 23 goin straight to yo brain 
Michael Jordan we gon fuck up the commas
Nigga act tough he not meetin his momma
Double back on the opp block like it’s tik tok 
I aint showin him a reel ima show him real glock 
Bitch I’m countin all my money even when I take walk
Ay look my, Eyes squinted shut, za got me lookin like I’m brock

Mmm 
Imma get it no cap
Mmm
take you right off the map
I ain’t playin det shit nigga
Ain’t gon be lackin
I’ma go getta
I’m born to be trappin

Windows tinted up, run it up, tell a nigga like wassup
I ain’t givin up, tee it up, now a nigga get cut 
I’m conceded jus a little ima tell ‘em so what
Grimey niggas always pocket watchin I don’t give a fuck let’s see
How you in and out of jail, I know you take anotha plea
Bitch I’m smokin on the chronic put a nigga on a tee
Yea I’m feeling like I’m sonic got lil Amy in the seat
Tryna run red lights for a play that I can meet

Mmm
Imma get it no cap
Mmm
take you right off the map
I ain’t playin det shit nigga
Ain’t gon be lackin
I’ma go getta
I’m born to be trappin

I jus wanna see yo dead body go still
You can’t touch on my shoes nigga you know the deal
If I do yo ass dirty you know know how I feel
-I’m emancipated nigga you ain’t joinin in my guild
-get a pack from the backstreet to the frontstreet
 beat her back for the front seat to the back seat
Im a greedy morhafucka I be hoarding all my cheese
Know a nigga stackin all his Chedda while dese nigga sayin please
Ion even care bout a opp nigga beggin on his knees
Ima catch his grimey ass walkin outside wit a p 
Homie got oxy and xannies like what do you need
Ian even trippin all you niggas gotta keep up wit the speed
And I’m goin Mach 20 smokin on wood, get lit wit ease
I be goin stupid over money bitch I’m smoking all my weed
-gotta reup anotha package follow by my creed
-too chaotic, too chaotic, ten toes for my breed

too chaotic, ten toes for my breed
Ion rep anotha color black what I fuckin bleed

Off The Map

PROD. XAR

jus to go
Let me know yea
Bitch I’m down wit the code 
You don’t know yea
Life brought me down 
You get left up in the cold yea
I ain’t stayin down 
Tell my demons let me go yea

Iil nigga Ian even trippin bout all of det talking, discretion I use my aggression
I’m jus a young nigga  I use my progression be ending the beef or get put in the session

Been wit the shits I ain’t doggin but if you be needin refresher apply all the pressure
Pistols extended its all in the dresser, cash in back in the back made det nigga feel lesser
Beatin his ass make a nigga feel better
Fuckin det bitch now det bitch a bed wetter
Feel like I’m Wi-Fi but bitch I’m the tether
You want the smoke then I’m changing the weather
Hate in my eyes now I feel like I’m Trevor
Go down my path and the shit is endeavor 
Catching a opp nigga thinkin he clever
All of my niggas make money together

Stick 32 bitch you know I’ma get it on
Hunt down a nigga get shot on yo fuckin lawn
Scheme wit the bros nigga dis ain’t a ride along
Talkin yo shit make a young nigga wanna yawn
Feel like the west, we meet at the crack of dawn
Nigga you simp over bitches you is a fawn
How is you feelin I know yo lil baby gone
Bro fuck yo bitch and that bitch was another spawn
-
-

Get a path for the mind or the brawn
Wishin times all my problems begone 
Get to the cash, I’m finna be drawn
Get to the bands I’m feelin complete 
You finna crash get sent to the pawn
Walk wit my gun and I keep it discrete
He showin out but det nigga my son
Would the fuck care bout a nigga who creep 
If he show up to me den he goin sleep
Got the llama mama and she packin the heat
I don’t the get drama nigga don’t wanna see 
-nigga fuck the commas see the Glockie they peep
nigga act like a fake he jus there to agree
Repentin my fate and you know I’ll free
forgiveness a issue so what do you plea
Tf you gon be, yo dumbass put on a tee

Dey nigga weird huh freaks
Meth heads on me
Knockin doors like a creep
Don’t get money den dont speak 
Kick em out I’m the king 
Blue my fitted feel like sheik
Lovin lil shawty physique 
Lookin like she from boutique
Feel like sasuke wit technique
Put em down right in the deep 
Weed exotic shit unique
You can’t fuck wit my mystique 
Bitch I’m a vet I ain’t antique
Hear me twice I doublespeak 
Watch yo homie might deceit 
Niggas broke they bag deplete

Refresher

Gday Freestyle

feat. @NA$tY prod. By me
[silent]
Remember back den when I started this
ain’t no cash in my pocket be lost in it
I remember I use to play violin
Fuck det shit made a beat feel like anakin 
Hadda loot other people be pocketin
Hadda pop me a perc like a Vicodin
Bitch I did all my deeds when I lock it in
In the field you cant stand like a mannequin

Ay lil nigga don’t know I’m trouble 
Trap out the city wit pills in the whip on the double
Meet wit the gang like a huddle
Talkin det shit put you right on the dirt in the puddle
Ooda be poppin yo bubble 
Mess wit my money I’m rainin bullets turn to rubble 
Niggas don’t steal they smuggle 
Catchin det nigga he runnin out lookin subtle

Lil Buddy buddy lookin tame
YouAin’t gon be lookin no more if I shoot through yo brain
Don’t need a choppa cuz I got the cane
Yea I did what i did what you think ima say 
Mold a nigga like some dirt into clay
Owe me money den lil nigga you pay
Feel like im kevin I’m shootings my fade
7/11 I go get the play

Remember back den when I started this
ain’t no cash in my pocket be lost in it
I remember I use to play violin
Fuck det shit made a beat feel like anakin 
Hadda loot other people be pocketin
Hadda pop me a perc like a Vicodin
Bitch I did all my deeds when I lock it in
In the field you cant stand like a mannequin
[nasty]

In the field he can't stand like a crow boy he scary
Keep a J to ease us like my mama name
Mary
I just knocked out his tooth it went straight to a fairy
You a rat in the booth I just call him young jerry
I ain't laughin wit chu bruh he think he Jim
Carey
He pulled up one deep thinking I'm fighting fairly
And I stay on her mind Hoe I think bout you barely
Made the bitch get depressed cut her hair her name Shirley
I hit the spliff then I dip by the cliff where I knock yo ass off like a spartan
1 blow that gas in yo face bith I might as well farted
Fuck yo backyard bruh I shit in yo garden
Bitch I'm in hell I'm in jail whip the warden
Took all yo shit thank you I feel rewarded
I read yo mind how you think too distorted
Nigga no body taught me what remorse is

Fresh out that sea pull up deep wit piranhas
1 Beat him so hard boy his life start rewinding
Got yo lil bitch but she wetta pull up wit vendettas that boy ain't know this shit a set
up
Bro don't talk down you a clown yo name
Ronald, swear to god bitch I shoot up yo
McDonald's
bitch I go retarded I rode that lil bus
When you wit a God watch yo mouth hoe don't cuss

[silent]
Remember back den when I started this
ain’t no cash in my pocket be lost in it
I remember I use to play violin
Fuck det shit made a beat feel like anakin 
Hadda loot other people be pocketin
Hadda pop me a perc like a Vicodin
Bitch I did all my deeds when I lock it in
In the field you cant stand like a mannequin

Trouble Ft. SG NA$tY

How?! (FREE YKN MENTAL)

Exhausted Ft. Planet Jo (Prod. Sauce Boy Beats)

Sauce Ft. Extendo [2022]

Ganon Freestyle

Lyrics:
I can’t do this no more
Id rather drop to the floor 
Drop to the floor
Nah
I can’t do this no mo
Can only open new doors
See thru my core
Nah

Look check it let’s get it
Get real cuz you know det im winnin
Life a game and you det im spin in
Spin the block wit yo buddy we twinin
All the pain det I won’t be forgettin
All da Vinci my toes fashion nigga get wit 
He gon hang at the corner store get em we split em
Trapping dis shii out the box i rekindle 
Ride in a Chrysler dis aint no rental
Shit on my dream nigga yo ass subliminal 
Slidin wit teezo yea we was some criminals
Down bad hadda plot I was cynical
Bad lil baby she gave me det physical
I can’t even lie what I live is too biblical 
Write a memoir way too critical 
Hate on my life nigga get in line way too typical
Fuck nigga you betta know I ain’t whimsical
Ain’t selling cds be staying on digital
Cry to yo bitch wtf is you finna
Bitch I been up gettin money the rent is due
Bitch I been up hitting licks Ian leave a clue
Take the mask off like dis was some scooby doo 

I can’t do this no more
Id rather drop to the floor 
Drop to the floor
Nah
I can’t do this no more
Can only open new doors
See thru my core
Nah

No More (Prod. Aidan)

Organization XIII/Death’s Rematch

Dirt! Ft. HBDeno & 13Koty (Prod. Aidan r4grbeats)

Meteor Herd Ft. YKN D3XT3R

Win! Ft. YKN Mental (prod. drippxyblue x quadrucc)

Breathe (Prod. Xaydi Beats)

Backwards Pt. 2

Doom!

I’m a get it jus a lil 
Bad lil baby made her dribble 
Got all my niggas yeah we drill them 
Yeah you know I’m finna kill em 

I’m a get it jus a lil 
Bad lil baby made her dribble 
Got all my niggas yeah we drill them 
Yeah you know I’m finna kill em 

Popping out like it’s thriller 
Yeah, the air is getting chiller 
Topkid like gorilla 
You ain’t met nobody realer
Yeah, I’m going up my own way 
Trappin all day for the mf pay 
If you try to come play me a shoot at yo face
Yeah, he ain’t even bout it he doin the race
Dis shit coppers and robbers. I’m going my pace
Got a bad lil baby go up to her place
Yeah, she do what I want. I’m fucking her face
Bitch, I’m killing that nigga I’m catching a case
Dis the end of you nigga not doing no Chase
Yea yea
You ain’t Poppin no pussy the shit is a waste
Yea yea
You runnin up on me get hit with the paste
Yea yea
Yo homie go missin he gone with no trace
Yea yea

 I’m a get it jus a lil 
Bad lil baby made her dribble 
Got all my niggas yeah we drill them 
Yeah you know I’m finna kill em 

I’m a get it jus a lil 
Bad lil baby made her dribble 
Got all my niggas yeah we drill them 
Yeah you know I’m finna kill em

Jus A Lil

Huh hm nigga speakin on my name ion even talk
Huh hm all det fuckin pillow talkin oppa wanna box
Huh hm I ain’t fightin over bitches what the fuck the cost
How many times do I gotta say it go get the money or I get em lost

Why tf fuck you talkin on my storm troopers we the dark side nigga fuck the law
If we a take L see us outside this a ARP if you tryna cross
I could fuckin tell from the way you look you will not hustle for a little sauce 
How the fuck you simp for a known bop you attach to her like some fuckin moss 
He gon talk to feds cuz a nigga up hidin from the dentist ian gettin flossed
Yea since a youngin i been on my shit even damn school had me on lock 
If it’s bout money send my young niggas in his fuckin crib spin a nigga block 
If it bout bidness stg a nigga finna walk em   Buss a nigga top

How tf you bangin wit a white flag ima take yo shit and then I burn it all
This a double cup ima sip it up need anotha bottle full of fuckin wock 
Bad lil baby in my fuckin whip took my pants off suck a nigga cock
She gon fuck wit a young nigga don’t you fall or u gettin tossed
Yea I been earned my damn stripes ain’t no discussion nigga fuckin wit a boss
Yeen never seen no mutha fuckin band on my momma catch a pack like lacross
If I catch you snitchin on anotha brotha then i see yo death line em up in chalk
Ion trust no damn body ion start all the drama I’m watchin niggas like a hawk

The Real Me

How you gon do em like that 
how you gon do em like that 
how you gon do em like that
How you gon do em like that

Bitch I’m a runna don’t care what you talking about 
Swear to God nigga you not wit the shit and I’ve been Trappin just Tryna make money happen 
the struggle reside on my hip. Yeah I’m taking yo bitch I’ma cum on her lip 
got the TG2C and it’s got hollow tips 
if I’m taking yo fye, I’ma pull up and dip
and that nigga wan die I’m upping the grip
all my niggas be sliding we taking a trip
he gon walk with a limp just fo thinkin he crip
he gon think he’s the shit jus for thinking he “brim”
double cup of my hand and I’m taking a sip
if you fuck up the mission then bitch I’m a flip
give a fuck about a mag I’ma reload the clip
you ain’t on what I’m on you gon follow the script
give a fuck about yo life watch yo dead body drip
give a fuck about yo reason. Yo cranny gon slip
give a fuck about yo bitch I’d be sucking her nip
Yeah det hoe ain’t a BOP, I done called her a BIP!
She gon suck on my dick jus for likin my drip
I’ll be there for a play and her ass wanna strip 
if you telling them stories, then I hop out the whip
bitch I need a P90 to kill em all quick!
If I’m needing you gone, you get thrown off the ship

How you gon do em like that 
how you gon do em like that 
how you gon do em like that
How you gon do em like that

How Pt. 2

By myself and I’m holding it down 
Aint no discussion
Put det nigga straight into the ground
He thought I’m nothin
Watch my back and they want me to drown 
And leave me gushing
Niggas left me fo dead I be sparkin up a white owl russian 

don’t mean shit to me no more lil no shorty,  countin ones and zeros 
Try to get in the way of my money kill you like a hero
Yea my ex she be swearin she did no wrong
Like why you cheat ho
Give my life to a bitch I won’t do again. wit my amigos!
On my momma you try me lil nigga then it’s murder she wrote
Laugh my way to the bank if you push up then yo bitch is a widow
I be Catchin some strays you won’t run it back I shoot like d rose
You gon stay pillow talkin for pussy nigga you a weirdo
Bad Latina on my line she only wantin nails and Cheetos 
Spin yo block couple more times lil bitch
You know we got torpedoes 
Yea my white bitch impress me she showed me motion from her depot
Bitch I stay wit the clique all my niggas out here movin kilos
Bitch that Glock in my hand i feeling be like Han solo die like greedo 
Ion care where I slide? At yo house or job
Around you like mosquitoe
He gon act like he tuff but he be on nun go back to yo sweet tone
I be glad i see you struggle through this life
Im hoping that you do know
Yea you taught me to never go trust a bitch my heart stayin too cold 
Told em pull up on me we can get it stackin break his fuckin ego! 
Bitch I stay wit the gang on my momma, money is my new goal
Bitch I stay wit the gang on my momma, money is my new goal

By myself and I’m holding it down 
Aint no discussion
Put det nigga straight into the ground
He thought I’m nothin
Watch my back and they want me to drown 
And leave me gushing
Niggas left me fo dead I be sparkin up a white owl russian

Hero To Zero

M.I.A.

S&W Freestyle

Lyrics
(x2) See a broke bitch hit his ass wit a check
You makin det drama but I like baguettes 
and If you is fakin then I won’t forget 
Dese nigga thinkin like dey got a tech
Woke up, nigga had to go smoke again
Finna blow up like a nigga in Pakistan
Wanna fight? Nigga shut up and tell me when
Blackin’ out, when I hit my adrenaline
Ain’t nobody really smokin that fuckin zen
Free my gs, all my niggas be in the pen
‘Nother bitch, fuck you mean ion need again
Spin the block, like the bitch was a ceiling fan
Pop a nigga good like he was a soda can
Nigga runnin from the ghosts like a Pac-Man 
You is the guest and I am he host
Bullets burnin, like the bitch was sun tan
plot on me, nigga go get another plan
Common sense, but I know you don’t give a damn
Money longer than a mufuckin wingspan
Get in line like the niggas in caravan
Bitch you lying cause I know u don’t got man
Keep it tucked, nigga die where he fuckin stand
I need a perc to go to the sky
Where goofies go when my niggas be runnin em
get a gun, shoot it once and it tunnel him
Throw yo ass, then I watch you go fuckin swim
All of my niggas be gettin the cake, but not enough to make a nigga not fuckin slim
Pass out, when a nigga go in the inn 
Hate on me, you a fan and you get a pen
Gotta check - on the foos every now and then
Knock em out, so a nigga can understand 
Never see me, cause my nigga I am the man
Get so mad, why you nigga be throwin sand
say what I say and I do what I want
Nigga dashin like he was the runnin man
(x2) See a broke bitch hit his ass wit a check
You makin det drama but I like baguettes 
and If you is fakin then I won’t forget 
Dese nigga thinkin like dey got a tech
Nigga dashin like he was the runnin man
You think you funny man
You is a loser but you think you Stunna man
I got my mask to rob-
I’m cunnin man
Ain’t no mo niggas that you can go tellin man
pullin to you but yo nigga be mellow man
Dese nigga straight talk 
Tele-man
Dese nigga postin bout me like I’m Spider-Man
High as shit, feelin dumb like I’m taliban *woo
I got my Choppa to *shoot
Opp- nigga think he safe but he aint got a *clue
Poppin out, out of the *blue
Shoot a 1 but det nigga will run to his crew
I got the muhfuckin tool
Never a seen a nigga bitch like the man was a fool

Prince

I need the money so aim fo the lip
What the fuck is yo problem 
you ain’t takin a tip
You taking yo hoe out the house like a pimp 
My crip niggas leavin yo ass wit a limp
Ain’t talkin no money dunno what you meant 
I got a new pack so take what you pick
I’m checkin yo pockets like it was likk 
Fuck nigga stand wit you he in the mix

-Tell how to kill and they callin me sick
And Dese niggas wan try me so I get the stick
Jus like the mf wall 
I was movin them bricks
- Det nigga bleedin so get him the kit
I got set up before
I ain’t trustin a bitch
- You caught a body
I ask em like which
And Dese nigga cap 
get put on like a mitt
You * can’t hit a likk if you wearin yo fit 

Gotta go det money
Ain’t talkin no niggas
Cuz niggas think shit be funny
Ain’t slime but nose be runny
- Had catch a body cuz niggas think I won’t run it 
Take yo head and I mf punt it 
Niggas be hatin 
Livin the life det you rap cuz I done it
And yo bruddas ain’t comin
Had to go pick up the cash and niggas be thinkin I’m duckin 

Ain’t talkin feels
I’m feelin cold 
He got the deals
For the low
The bitch was like a bundle
Got the weed and the pole
I’m servin fiens
They want some mo
I pop a bean den I float 
Jus like yo homie pass and smoke
They hit the floor we hit the door

I need the money so aim fo the lip
What the fuck is yo problem 
you ain’t takin a tip
You taking yo hoe out the house like a pimp 
My crip niggas leavin yo ass wit a limp
Ain’t talkin no money dunno what you meant 
I got a new pack so take what you pick
I’m checkin yo pockets like it was likk 
And nigga stand wit you he caught in the mi

Ruthless Freestyle

Bitch I’m goin far
Yea I keep a fucking pole
You run up shot head to toe
- Strap up we run the doe 
You startin beef dets not the code
- big steppin where you go
You big G you tell the po
You caught lackin at the store
Lunars stars.
Yea it show me where to go
I hunt det oppa til he cold
I serve his brudda wit some mold
- stick him up, now he fold
Yea lil nigga take a note
Jus like 69 he fucking told
Big ah glock he hit the woah
Killin niggas will be easy wit a fucking tech
Shut up foo I be aiming neck
He tryna diss me so det nigga be next
Ain’t talkin money den I don’t want the spec
He said I’m dead but my nigga I’m here 
He talkin shit put the gun his ear
Shut up goofy I’m the nigga you fear
He catch a case and he sheddin a tear
Tnb yea dem niggas some opps
Touch em once Nd dey callin the cops
I never seen nigga runnin from mob 
I thought u blood now u g tryna rob
He screen shot and he thinkin he god
New shit on my strap like a mod 
He did the dash in his whip like a pod
He turn around and he jus wanna talk
Ooh yea 
-Yea dem niggas wanna talk
If u die it’s yo fault 
Better watch how u walk
You on the floor wit some chalk
I saw some shit y’all neva saw 
Yo whole clique no one raw
YKN shit beat em all
Xay: 
He hit the whoa
let it b known
ion fw hoes
ain’t that righ Cam aye get yo girl bro
ian neva told
neva fold
always sold 
i jus sold my soul 
i’m from the nawf 
so you know
i’m in them trenxhes
real low
slide on dey blokk we gon kill em
slide on dey blokk and drill em
slide on dey blokk and we finna go spill em
- put that glokk on em 
he finna feel it
ain’t neva wanna go tellin ya secret
you changed on me and i can feel it
pikked up the glokk and i really start drilling
bullets flying and they finna be killing
niggas dyin and they tryna go meme it
tryna go meme it
Long Live my brother TBrazy
this shii got krazy
thinkin bout him on the daily
i lost my life too these skreets 
i lost my heart to these fees
i lost my soul to the devil 
jus so i could buy ferragamo 
and giuseppe jeans

Lunar Stars Ft. YKN Trappboy

How it bang (prod. Baker yung x Hidef)
Muhfucka know det I’m ready 
In the cut, wit the sauce like da bih wuh spaghetti 
Ima go pop on the niggas I’m throwin confetti
Keepin det shii on the hush cuz u fed and u petty
Nigga I needa likk what the fuck is so wrong
Im chasing da rat Nd they callin me tom 
Ain’t talkin no pop I’m talkin a bang
Aim at mf his head so he feelin the pain
cuzzo finna be slidin and he take what he gain 
I Ain’t talkin no opps cuz all of em lame

Do do do bah! 
dats how it bang

Niggas be lookin at me I’m insane in the crane
I gotta keep on the low ain’t goin to “J”
Y’all niggas stackin yo beef on the snap like it’s spades 
I know a nigga det only be trappin fo fame
I be lovin the mac hit a opp at a range

He got a problem he gone. Dr strange
Kickin these niggas til they call me fuckin lu kang 
I got a killa Nd he wanna buss someone brain
We got the pistols Nd we got the fit wit the stains
And I’m talkin all black never see him again
Why he shootin right now cuz det wasn’t the plan
And his body gon drop, pick up and we ran 
He ain’t makin the news he get cleared like a scan
Can’t be textin no niggas cuh Dese nigga spam
And det oppa a goofy I don’t give a damn

Doo doo doo bow. 
Shoot when you can

Don’t be staring at me when I say kill det man
Saw a hunnid round drum and it built like a can
Try to run up on me and you gettin the wham
And I got a new strap and the bih from Thailand 
And y’all niggas be testin i go super saiyan 
You say gettin the brick but you sell by the gram
I be slumping yo ass and you built like a tramp
He be texting me right on my line like a fan
If he testin me you gettin hit dirty dan
And he claim to be selling but where was the dram
He finessin yo ass like a mf scam
And he tucking da gat and it spit wit the flam
And det fuck nigga froze, he look like a lamp
He be talkin so loud so I buss up da amp
He be beefin wit me cuz I do what he can’t 

Brrr. gow!
He cappin dat opp

Cuzzo makin det bread wit da crack in his sock
If he mess wit my bruddas den he gettin rocked
If he mess wit my cuttas jus know dey will pop
Ain’t inviting no bitch det go tellin the cops
Cuzzo took off his head now dey beggin him stop
If he act like a snitch he get used like a mop
Dey be tellin on trappas get paid fo alot 
How you snitch on yo bro fo a guy wit a badge
And He told on his crew now he goin out sad 
Keep my name out yo mouf cuz I know u a fag
How you focus on posts not a mf bag?
And He gossip bout me cuz he know he be mad
He ain’t reppin no mo cuz he droppin his flag
Gone

How it Bang

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