[Intro: YSR Bruce]
(313 Mafia)
Yeah
Long live Sav
Yung Sak Runner
(StupidDog, I ain't gon' lie, this bitch hard)
[Verse 1: YSR Bruce]
Hot niggas catchin' fed cases, I be fearin' 'em
Mama told me don't get in that water, I went there still
Raised by the trenches, I ain't look up to no Uncle Phil
Crazy what these freak girls'll do and blame it on a pill
Fucked her and her cousin same night, but I can fuck 'em still
Bein' real too hard for these niggas, I'ma keep it real
Tryna keep my head out the streets, but I'm back in the field
Compost 'em, chargin' bricks of dog off a fifty still
How I'm 'posed to feel when niggas lived and killеd my nigga still?
I don't need Percs, I'm poppin' X to boost my energy
How I'm 'posеd to fall in love with you when bitches feelin' me?
Ears to the streets, I'm so tired of niggas physically
Why they keep on sayin' they killin' me? It must be mentally
I done ran it up in foreign shoes straight from Italy (Yeah)
(I done ran it up in foreign shoes straight from Italy)
[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
KrispyLife
You must not want your dreads, talkin' like that
Anything that I lost, I done got it right back
If a nigga did somethin', we did somethin' right back
He thought he was gon' fight, here go a K round, fight that
Was in Atlanta eatin' shrimp with Shaun and Tay B
Some time without drank, boy? Yeah, I can't see
Me and bro keep droppin' shit, the city hate me
I been in the game, I'm the game, went in waist-deep
I mean I been in the game, yeah, waist-deep
I'm out there in that water, yeah, waist-deep
No, you can't face me, boy, you gotta face heat
I don't even eat certain shit 'cause it taste cheap
I ain't kill him, but he in a wheelchair, that's close enough
Yeah, dog ain't drinkin' Act', it's close enough
You got a ten milly, but don't shoot, you supposed to bust
If I don't hit dog, boy, I wasn't close enough
(313 Mafia)
Yeah
Long live Sav
Yung Sak Runner
(StupidDog, I ain't gon' lie, this bitch hard)
[Verse 1: YSR Bruce]
Hot niggas catchin' fed cases, I be fearin' 'em
Mama told me don't get in that water, I went there still
Raised by the trenches, I ain't look up to no Uncle Phil
Crazy what these freak girls'll do and blame it on a pill
Fucked her and her cousin same night, but I can fuck 'em still
Bein' real too hard for these niggas, I'ma keep it real
Tryna keep my head out the streets, but I'm back in the field
Compost 'em, chargin' bricks of dog off a fifty still
How I'm 'posed to feel when niggas lived and killеd my nigga still?
I don't need Percs, I'm poppin' X to boost my energy
How I'm 'posеd to fall in love with you when bitches feelin' me?
Ears to the streets, I'm so tired of niggas physically
Why they keep on sayin' they killin' me? It must be mentally
I done ran it up in foreign shoes straight from Italy (Yeah)
(I done ran it up in foreign shoes straight from Italy)
[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
KrispyLife
You must not want your dreads, talkin' like that
Anything that I lost, I done got it right back
If a nigga did somethin', we did somethin' right back
He thought he was gon' fight, here go a K round, fight that
Was in Atlanta eatin' shrimp with Shaun and Tay B
Some time without drank, boy? Yeah, I can't see
Me and bro keep droppin' shit, the city hate me
I been in the game, I'm the game, went in waist-deep
I mean I been in the game, yeah, waist-deep
I'm out there in that water, yeah, waist-deep
No, you can't face me, boy, you gotta face heat
I don't even eat certain shit 'cause it taste cheap
I ain't kill him, but he in a wheelchair, that's close enough
Yeah, dog ain't drinkin' Act', it's close enough
You got a ten milly, but don't shoot, you supposed to bust
If I don't hit dog, boy, I wasn't close enough
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