[Intro: YN Jay]
(Enrgy made this one)
Enrgy, man, why you do that, man?
Ooh
[Verse 1: YN Jay]
Bro put a silencer on the— pew, this bitch shoot like— yeah
Bro put a silencer on the— pew, this bitch look like pegs
Ridin' around with two old chops, this bitch look like legs
Hit a nigga with a mop stick, this bitch look like dreads
I be ridin' 'round with a stallion, this bitch look like Meg (Yeah)
Damn, I can't rap no more (No)
Bro got twenty-five to life, he can't trap no more (Fuck)
I done filled my book bag up, I can't stack no more (Yeah)
Lil' bro got caught on the camera, he can't jack no more (Damn)
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG & YN Jay]
Sippin' purple Wockhardt, ain't no Act' no more (No)
I just bought a Gen5 Glock, I can't scrap no more (Yeah)
Nevеrmind, the police took my gun, I ain't strapped no morе
I know my old bitch hittin' blow, she ain't fat no more
I be showin' my ass, like, literally, I have my pants down
Who all wanna get killed? Alright, put your hands down
It's hot around my hood, so it be hard to put the fan down
I probably look broke, but it's a couple hundred bands around (Yeah)
Super charger on an AR, this bitch chase cars
Fire comin' out the back part like a race car
I be takin' niggas' hoes inside the bar, I don't take bars
I'm finna kill a lot of people, I just pressed up fake bars (Alright)
I be sayin' real shit, not no fake bars
I just charged a nigga thirty-three hundred for eight bars (Man, ooh, okay)
(Enrgy made this one)
Enrgy, man, why you do that, man?
Ooh
[Verse 1: YN Jay]
Bro put a silencer on the— pew, this bitch shoot like— yeah
Bro put a silencer on the— pew, this bitch look like pegs
Ridin' around with two old chops, this bitch look like legs
Hit a nigga with a mop stick, this bitch look like dreads
I be ridin' 'round with a stallion, this bitch look like Meg (Yeah)
Damn, I can't rap no more (No)
Bro got twenty-five to life, he can't trap no more (Fuck)
I done filled my book bag up, I can't stack no more (Yeah)
Lil' bro got caught on the camera, he can't jack no more (Damn)
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG & YN Jay]
Sippin' purple Wockhardt, ain't no Act' no more (No)
I just bought a Gen5 Glock, I can't scrap no more (Yeah)
Nevеrmind, the police took my gun, I ain't strapped no morе
I know my old bitch hittin' blow, she ain't fat no more
I be showin' my ass, like, literally, I have my pants down
Who all wanna get killed? Alright, put your hands down
It's hot around my hood, so it be hard to put the fan down
I probably look broke, but it's a couple hundred bands around (Yeah)
Super charger on an AR, this bitch chase cars
Fire comin' out the back part like a race car
I be takin' niggas' hoes inside the bar, I don't take bars
I'm finna kill a lot of people, I just pressed up fake bars (Alright)
I be sayin' real shit, not no fake bars
I just charged a nigga thirty-three hundred for eight bars (Man, ooh, okay)
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