YSN Pt. 2

(الألبوم: Welcome 2 Chiraq: Lud Foe Edition - 2016)

Gang
Gang
Bitch
Aye
You know how I'm rockin bitch
Get yo guns up, get yo funds up
You on that opp shit, get mop stick bitch (gang)

Aye
We pull up on the op side, shots fired
We got rugers and Fn's, bitch don't 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 I'ma 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
I'm 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
Tryna get some fame, lose yo life in this rap game

[Hook:]
Yeah I'm still same young outwest nigga
You rock with the opps, then you gone die with em
I'm 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, I'm Gucci, went to sleep in linen
Extended clip in this Uzi, I can't help but hit ya
[x2]

[Cago Leek:]
Ion trust a lot of niggas, a lot of niggas
They gone tell tell, but I'ma get this money
Free my niggas out that cell cell, fuck nigga
Don't get sent off like some damn mail
Thinkin that I'm 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, I'ma 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 I'm 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 don't 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

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
I'm from out west where we tote tecs its a habit
Shes a hot bitch, make her top shit while I'm 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 I'm 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
I'm 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 I'm Boochie Gang, I ain't changin changin
Don't test yo luck, fuck with us yous a dead man
We don't 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

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

[Hook x2]