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Yesterday

 

Yesterday

(الألبوم: The Gift - 2017)


I'ma knock a nigga off if they play with Sada
Nigga play with the don dada, I'ma find a chopper
A nigga get out of line, I'ma pop his head
Me and Skuba side by side looking like Rock and Red
To each end we dropped a five in the Rock 'n Rye
Nigga ever disrespect my squad then he 'bout to die
Everything I speak facts, I never told a lie
Hit a nigga block while it's wet, we gon' leave it dry
I'm in red, DZ in blue, we like the double dragons
He dropped a deuce, I dropped a deuce, we fucked a couple bad ones
Just made twenty while I'm counting out my last one, ask 'em
Fucked a pair of twins and we passed 'em
Them hoes love to do molly, dip and dabble
So much money in my jeans, that's why I sag 'em
Money handling, we got them bitches dipping, dabbling
Ain't no grappling, we got sticks and move packages
I fuck with savages, me and my niggas still sip Actavis
Walk in the club with the pole 'cause they ain't checking us
Ten white hoes off that blow, they attacking us
Just got 'em gone on that raw, feel miraculous

Say it was twenty for them blues that you found yesterday
Hell yeah, I got 'em now, I'm 'bout to send 'em out the way
When my dog call, we gon' throw a hook, Dr. J
If a nigga get out of line, he gon' lose his life today

Seven lines of that drink, nine percs to the face
Put a stock on the chop, take a jerk out the game
Plug taking too long, extra work for my weight
Turn around, state to state, I put sixty in my safe
Another fifty came in, I had to put it in the bank
My nigga Smoke just walked in, he got a bag full of drank
Make a nigga baby mama snort a cocaine line
Top side so good, start a soul train line
Nigga That stick ain't got no thirty so you know it ain't mine
All these diamonds on a nigga, fuck around and go blind
Nigga try to reach for mine, we gon' see what's on your mind
All these niggas said they heavy and they jewelry in the pond
All my niggas got on buffs look like we on our way to prom
It's Big Skuba and the don, we need seventy-five a line
Left my four-five with BK, my Draco with Juan
Yeah Skuba left his chopper but I still ride with mine
Lay a hand on the don, you gon' die while you trying
Ain't no nigga never pressed me, if they told you that, they lying
And I sip expensive pots, fuck with me, you will get dropped
Go up top with that Glock, bro nasty with the chop

Say it was twenty for them blues that you found yesterday
Hell yeah, I got 'em now, I'm 'bout to send 'em out the way
When my dog call, we gon' throw a hook, Dr. J
If a nigga get out of line, he gon' lose his life today

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