Y-YMG Draco on his beat, bitch
Unky got a new pole, might just take down a plane
We ride four cars deep up on that block like it's a train
I keep the block on lock , so everyday this shit not the same
My-my-mom mad, her house smell like crack, I'm the only man to blame
Lil' bro had to numb the pain, off of nova cane
Big body, GLE coupes and chops, this shit look like a tank
He don't even know I put his shorty on some game
Like, how you tryna match my flow? We is not the same
The-the car and the gun is the same, cause it got range
I been fappin' since a youngster
You'll die reachin' for my chain
Swerve with a stick and let off some shots
We make shit drop just like the rain
Just like my watch, I don't even want your bitch, cause she plain'
Every gun we got has a switch it go frrrt when it bang
Two twin chops, two twin glocks
We be quick to spin a nigga block
That nigga called me a bitch, I put the Glock in his mouth
Made him suck it, no homo
Yo, yo, yo, switch this bitch up real quick
Okay, okay, I can f*ck with this shit right there
Feel like 0t7 quanny when I pull up with the Draco
762's , hit you in your face, ho
Unky whippin' that dope up on the counter in the kitchen
Four cars deep, pull up on that block
We gon' get to spinning
Throwin' up gang signs with the Draco in my hand
I'ma shoot you in your face
And my lil' niggas gon' make sure it's a close case
We finna make it out the bando
Gotta hunned k stashed in the couch in all rubber bands, bro
Huh, why you mad
I came up from nun
Now my pocket full of cash
Huh, I'll really get you whacked
Look at what's yours and not mines
I can really get you whacked and leave no trace
Check the forensics on that nigga, f*cking brains
I got shmoney, I got kilos in the bag
When the tommy talkin', they gon' be askin'
Where he at, where he at
Ayy, when we got AK in the jam
I got Tommy talkin', f*cking back
It's a cold day in hell when that chopper scream
I'ma let him hit a pussy nigga up in his spleen
You already know what time it is
Huh, I got that chrome on my body
I'm that man of steel
But if I got my Glock on me
I'ma let the bitch blow
762's, 9 millimeters
ARP's, hit u in your throat
Unky got a new pole, it might just take down a plane
We ride 4 cars deep, up on that block like it's a train
Keep the block on lock, so everyday this shit not the same
My momma at her house, smell like crack, I'm the only man to blame
Lil' bro, had to numb the pain, off of nova cane
Big body, gle coupes,and chops, this shit look like a tank
He don't even know I put his shorty on sum game
Like, how you tryna match my flow
We is not the same
The car and the gun is the same, cause it got range
I been fapping since a youngster
You'll die tryna reach for my chain
Swerve with a stick and let of some shots
We make shit drop just like the rain
Just like my watch, i don't even want yo bitch
Cause she plain every gun we got
Has a switch, it go frrrt when it bang
You're just mad I came up from nothin', huh
Why you mad
Came up from nothin'
Now my pocket's full of cash
I'll really get you whacked
Look at what's yours and not mine
I got money, I got kilos in the back
When the Tommy talking', they be askin' where he's at
When we got AK in the jam, I got tommy talking back
YMG shit, nigga
6 Gang
Out
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Y-YMG Draco on his beat, bitch
Unky got a new pole, might just take down a plane
We ride four cars deep up on that block like it's a train
I keep the block on lock , so everyday this shit not the same
My-my-mom mad, her house smell like crack, I'm the only man to blame
Lil' bro had to numb the pain, off of nova cane
Big body, GLE coupes and chops, this shit look like a tank
He don't even know I put his shorty on some game
Like, how you tryna match my flow? We is not the same
The-the car and the gun is the same, cause it got range
I been fappin' since a youngster
You'll die reachin' for my chain
Swerve with a stick and let off some shots
We make shit drop just like the rain
Just like my watch, I don't even want your bitch, cause she plain'
Every gun we got has a switch it go frrrt when it bang
Two twin chops, two twin glocks
We be quick to spin a nigga block
That nigga called me a bitch, I put the Glock in his mouth
Made him suck it, no homo
Yo, yo, yo, switch this bitch up real quick
Okay, okay, I can f*ck with this shit right there
Feel like 0t7 quanny when I pull up with the Draco
762's , hit you in your face, ho
Unky whippin' that dope up on the counter in the kitchen
Four cars deep, pull up on that block
We gon' get to spinning
Throwin' up gang signs with the Draco in my hand
I'ma shoot you in your face
And my lil' niggas gon' make sure it's a close case
We finna make it out the bando
Gotta hunned k stashed in the couch in all rubber bands, bro
Huh, why you mad
I came up from nun
Now my pocket full of cash
Huh, I'll really get you whacked
Look at what's yours and not mines
I can really get you whacked and leave no trace
Check the forensics on that nigga, f*cking brains
I got shmoney, I got kilos in the bag
When the tommy talkin', they gon' be askin'
Where he at, where he at
Ayy, when we got AK in the jam
I got Tommy talkin', f*cking back
It's a cold day in hell when that chopper scream
I'ma let him hit a pussy nigga up in his spleen
You already know what time it is
Huh, I got that chrome on my body
I'm that man of steel
But if I got my Glock on me
I'ma let the bitch blow
762's, 9 millimeters
ARP's, hit u in your throat
Unky got a new pole, it might just take down a plane
We ride 4 cars deep, up on that block like it's a train
Keep the block on lock, so everyday this shit not the same
My momma at her house, smell like crack, I'm the only man to blame
Lil' bro, had to numb the pain, off of nova cane
Big body, gle coupes,and chops, this shit look like a tank
He don't even know I put his shorty on sum game
Like, how you tryna match my flow
We is not the same
The car and the gun is the same, cause it got range
I been fapping since a youngster
You'll die tryna reach for my chain
Swerve with a stick and let of some shots
We make shit drop just like the rain
Just like my watch, i don't even want yo bitch
Cause she plain every gun we got
Has a switch, it go frrrt when it bang
You're just mad I came up from nothin', huh
Why you mad
Came up from nothin'
Now my pocket's full of cash
I'll really get you whacked
Look at what's yours and not mine
I got money, I got kilos in the back
When the Tommy talking', they be askin' where he's at
When we got AK in the jam, I got tommy talking back
YMG shit, nigga
6 Gang
Out
Unky got a new pole, might just take down a plane
We ride four cars deep up on that block like it's a train
I keep the block on lock , so everyday this shit not the same
My-my-mom mad, her house smell like crack, I'm the only man to blame
Lil' bro had to numb the pain, off of nova cane
Big body, GLE coupes and chops, this shit look like a tank
He don't even know I put his shorty on some game
Like, how you tryna match my flow? We is not the same
The-the car and the gun is the same, cause it got range
I been fappin' since a youngster
You'll die reachin' for my chain
Swerve with a stick and let off some shots
We make shit drop just like the rain
Just like my watch, I don't even want your bitch, cause she plain'
Every gun we got has a switch it go frrrt when it bang
Two twin chops, two twin glocks
We be quick to spin a nigga block
That nigga called me a bitch, I put the Glock in his mouth
Made him suck it, no homo
Yo, yo, yo, switch this bitch up real quick
Okay, okay, I can f*ck with this shit right there
Feel like 0t7 quanny when I pull up with the Draco
762's , hit you in your face, ho
Unky whippin' that dope up on the counter in the kitchen
Four cars deep, pull up on that block
We gon' get to spinning
Throwin' up gang signs with the Draco in my hand
I'ma shoot you in your face
And my lil' niggas gon' make sure it's a close case
We finna make it out the bando
Gotta hunned k stashed in the couch in all rubber bands, bro
Huh, why you mad
I came up from nun
Now my pocket full of cash
Huh, I'll really get you whacked
Look at what's yours and not mines
I can really get you whacked and leave no trace
Check the forensics on that nigga, f*cking brains
I got shmoney, I got kilos in the bag
When the tommy talkin', they gon' be askin'
Where he at, where he at
Ayy, when we got AK in the jam
I got Tommy talkin', f*cking back
It's a cold day in hell when that chopper scream
I'ma let him hit a pussy nigga up in his spleen
You already know what time it is
Huh, I got that chrome on my body
I'm that man of steel
But if I got my Glock on me
I'ma let the bitch blow
762's, 9 millimeters
ARP's, hit u in your throat
Unky got a new pole, it might just take down a plane
We ride 4 cars deep, up on that block like it's a train
Keep the block on lock, so everyday this shit not the same
My momma at her house, smell like crack, I'm the only man to blame
Lil' bro, had to numb the pain, off of nova cane
Big body, gle coupes,and chops, this shit look like a tank
He don't even know I put his shorty on sum game
Like, how you tryna match my flow
We is not the same
The car and the gun is the same, cause it got range
I been fapping since a youngster
You'll die tryna reach for my chain
Swerve with a stick and let of some shots
We make shit drop just like the rain
Just like my watch, i don't even want yo bitch
Cause she plain every gun we got
Has a switch, it go frrrt when it bang
You're just mad I came up from nothin', huh
Why you mad
Came up from nothin'
Now my pocket's full of cash
I'll really get you whacked
Look at what's yours and not mine
I got money, I got kilos in the back
When the Tommy talking', they be askin' where he's at
When we got AK in the jam, I got tommy talking back
YMG shit, nigga
6 Gang
Out
Writer: Robert Hanlon
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid