YNK JB - Letting Yall Know Lyrics

He talking bout we in a field we slanging sticks hoe
Should of never spoke on me don't throw JB in the mix hoe
We gon let that stick blow we gonna shoot you n ya hoe
We leave a nigga, f*ckin froze, we put a bitch on f*ckin' hold
We not gon' catch a female, we gon' catch yo' ass
That nigga talkin' bout jb so much, nigga, that's yo' last
And that nigga special ed, that nigga had no regular class

Nigga really blind as f*ck, that nigga need some f*ckin' glasses
That nigga talkin' bout see me in the streets, hit him with that Automatic
Bitch nigga talkin' bout jb, nigga, it gon' turn out tragic
You talkin' bout my mama, well, yo' f*ckin' daddy, yo' daddy not up in yo' life

And all you niggas f*ckin' die, like, bitch, you is a sacrifice
That nigga wanna diss me, bitch, you did not think f*ckin' twice
I'ma shoot that bitch all day, and I'ma shoot his ass on sight
KayYungin' wanna talk about JB, like, bitch, get off my bike

If I go left, then I'll go right, hit him with that f*ckin' pipe
These niggas take no f*ckin' skill, them niggas know I keep it real
And when jb on this murder shit, like, niggas got no f*ckin' chill
They tell me to chill, cause niggas I don't f*ck with

With yo' dirty-ass musty ass, you'd hate one of the f*ckin' crew
Bitch, why you did my evil twin like that, you dirty hoe
Man, I'm on my murder shit, you know I'm ready to murk a hoe
That bitch with them Chinese eyes, why you is depressed bout me

Talk that to my evil twin about me, stop making mess lil hoe
If my twin Go to jail behind her, bitch, I'm comin' for yo' ass
Yo' legs big as f*ck, yo' legs is built like some shoulder pads
I don't give a f*ck, that's not the point, I'm finna expose yo' ass

How you wanna f*ck another nigga, but f*ckin' with me
I ain't f*ckin' with that dirty bitch, I'm not even worried
I don't give a damn bout niggas, niggas wanna murder me
I don't give a f*ck, and she lied about her age

And I didn't even date that bitch, then that bitch had wanted me
How you tryna f*ck up on yo' ex, like, bitch, you really dirty
Shoot my shot, I never miss, and I be shootin' like Steph Curry
Aw, f*ck, I cannot see the f*ckin' road, my vision blurred

And I be goin' to McDonald's, order me some McFlurries
Why you tryna streak me on Snap? I don't even f*ck with you
Matter of fact, you can come and block me, I don't even know you
Talkin' bout some money, bitch, nigga never owe you

I never liked you in the first place, I'm not even gonna hold you
This is me up on the gram, like, bitch, why you posting pictures
Don't know that I'm a demon, baby, bitch, I'm a demon figure
These niggas ain't gon' mess with me, like, bitch, paint the f*ckin' image

Me and Rxco, we the sickest, cause these niggas know they aint with it
I do the dance, I do my griddy, and after that, I do the shimmy
We bust his top, this ain't no scrimmage, I'm not gon' stop till we is finished
Some of the shit, it ain't yall business, all these niggas know who did it

I do my dance, I'm with the yeah, you f*ckin' fag, you with the feds
I don't f*ck around with Metro, cause Metro a f*ckin' bitch
KP twerkin' up on videos, he got shot with that stick
Kayungin talking bout a reaper, bitch, you do not want that smoke

YK wanna diss on me, and I leave his brains up on the floor
Shoutout to my nigga JR, shoutout to my nigga Michael
Shoutout to my Evil Twin, cause niggas know we spend a benz
Niggas know we got the poles, and niggas know we slang' Glocks

Me and Trey, we ready to kill some, and my niggas spun the block