Gun, M.O.B
Johnny Flay make that shit hard
It is 10, rip the jump out
Rip out
F*ck y'all hood
Free baby does it
When you come out with a nigga, might get that shit done
Never know
But yeah, I'm back
If you ain't know
For all that dissin, bet his ass on dope
And grab your gun, get your skeet, man it's time to talk
I sent him left, bro, on the right
He did not survive
Creepin' up in all he heard was that f*ckin' five
Great story, he a pack
It's actin' thrax
Twin just called my phone today, he tryna catch a hat
Send a rookie in his merch, you won't get him back
Told bro I want J-Wheels, let me catch that tap
Anytime I diss the opps, you know that shit a fact
If you beef with YSM, then you better not laugh
Told bro just shoot the ball, man I got your back
Ain't played football in some years, but I can get a sack
The day the judge let me out, I took a nigga stick
I feel a iffy vibe in here, then I'ma blow your bitch
He tried to run into that, left him sick
And I ain't comin' to your function if I can't break a blick
I can't go back and forth with him, man his ass a bitch
I'm finna call my bro to get him since he like to snitch
Baby I ain't tryna f*ck, let's just get this big
Ain't talked to BMS in some weeks, I told her set this bitch
Flash on my Glock, when I up, this is not a flick
A great white, when it's beef, you better not be a fish
Mike just sent a bitch
Doing all that damn flexing, I done took his shit
Boy we done spanked his ass so much, he tryna call it quits
A hundred shots, I make him fall, but he ain't drinkin' shit
Was out of town when I got low, oh I sent my pick
I see him, boy he gettin' fat, gon' cross him off that list
Gon' hit his face, we been out here duckin' tapes
I throw no punch my way or I'ma fap his face
He think his bitch too untouched, I'ma f*ck his back
Point him out, I'm finna get him, nigga send my pack
He keep on trollin' on my phone, I'm finna send my back
Play that roll like you gon' f*ck him, baby be that back
And if it go the right way, then you gon' get your pack
He think it's her, I'm comin' in, and where he playin' he left
Don't give a f*ck if he up north, I'ma jump the gate
Ain't no bullhug with the kill, I pass the play
Dog, I'm a real slime, and I'm trained to go
Oh, I'm a viper when I catch him, RKO
I'ma fap him, he come out, man just watch me lay low
You hear that door open up, you gon' hear me say go
We gon' send him to the air, bet his f*ckin' gang know
BM still stealin' my shit, she just let my line go
She let my line go
YSN TM - RKO Lyrics
YSN TM - RKO Lyrics
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Gun, M.O.B
Johnny Flay make that shit hard
It is 10, rip the jump out
Rip out
F*ck y'all hood
Free baby does it
When you come out with a nigga, might get that shit done
Never know
But yeah, I'm back
If you ain't know
For all that dissin, bet his ass on dope
And grab your gun, get your skeet, man it's time to talk
I sent him left, bro, on the right
He did not survive
Creepin' up in all he heard was that f*ckin' five
Great story, he a pack
It's actin' thrax
Twin just called my phone today, he tryna catch a hat
Send a rookie in his merch, you won't get him back
Told bro I want J-Wheels, let me catch that tap
Anytime I diss the opps, you know that shit a fact
If you beef with YSM, then you better not laugh
Told bro just shoot the ball, man I got your back
Ain't played football in some years, but I can get a sack
The day the judge let me out, I took a nigga stick
I feel a iffy vibe in here, then I'ma blow your bitch
He tried to run into that, left him sick
And I ain't comin' to your function if I can't break a blick
I can't go back and forth with him, man his ass a bitch
I'm finna call my bro to get him since he like to snitch
Baby I ain't tryna f*ck, let's just get this big
Ain't talked to BMS in some weeks, I told her set this bitch
Flash on my Glock, when I up, this is not a flick
A great white, when it's beef, you better not be a fish
Mike just sent a bitch
Doing all that damn flexing, I done took his shit
Boy we done spanked his ass so much, he tryna call it quits
A hundred shots, I make him fall, but he ain't drinkin' shit
Was out of town when I got low, oh I sent my pick
I see him, boy he gettin' fat, gon' cross him off that list
Gon' hit his face, we been out here duckin' tapes
I throw no punch my way or I'ma fap his face
He think his bitch too untouched, I'ma f*ck his back
Point him out, I'm finna get him, nigga send my pack
He keep on trollin' on my phone, I'm finna send my back
Play that roll like you gon' f*ck him, baby be that back
And if it go the right way, then you gon' get your pack
He think it's her, I'm comin' in, and where he playin' he left
Don't give a f*ck if he up north, I'ma jump the gate
Ain't no bullhug with the kill, I pass the play
Dog, I'm a real slime, and I'm trained to go
Oh, I'm a viper when I catch him, RKO
I'ma fap him, he come out, man just watch me lay low
You hear that door open up, you gon' hear me say go
We gon' send him to the air, bet his f*ckin' gang know
BM still stealin' my shit, she just let my line go
She let my line go
Johnny Flay make that shit hard
It is 10, rip the jump out
Rip out
F*ck y'all hood
Free baby does it
When you come out with a nigga, might get that shit done
Never know
But yeah, I'm back
If you ain't know
For all that dissin, bet his ass on dope
And grab your gun, get your skeet, man it's time to talk
I sent him left, bro, on the right
He did not survive
Creepin' up in all he heard was that f*ckin' five
Great story, he a pack
It's actin' thrax
Twin just called my phone today, he tryna catch a hat
Send a rookie in his merch, you won't get him back
Told bro I want J-Wheels, let me catch that tap
Anytime I diss the opps, you know that shit a fact
If you beef with YSM, then you better not laugh
Told bro just shoot the ball, man I got your back
Ain't played football in some years, but I can get a sack
The day the judge let me out, I took a nigga stick
I feel a iffy vibe in here, then I'ma blow your bitch
He tried to run into that, left him sick
And I ain't comin' to your function if I can't break a blick
I can't go back and forth with him, man his ass a bitch
I'm finna call my bro to get him since he like to snitch
Baby I ain't tryna f*ck, let's just get this big
Ain't talked to BMS in some weeks, I told her set this bitch
Flash on my Glock, when I up, this is not a flick
A great white, when it's beef, you better not be a fish
Mike just sent a bitch
Doing all that damn flexing, I done took his shit
Boy we done spanked his ass so much, he tryna call it quits
A hundred shots, I make him fall, but he ain't drinkin' shit
Was out of town when I got low, oh I sent my pick
I see him, boy he gettin' fat, gon' cross him off that list
Gon' hit his face, we been out here duckin' tapes
I throw no punch my way or I'ma fap his face
He think his bitch too untouched, I'ma f*ck his back
Point him out, I'm finna get him, nigga send my pack
He keep on trollin' on my phone, I'm finna send my back
Play that roll like you gon' f*ck him, baby be that back
And if it go the right way, then you gon' get your pack
He think it's her, I'm comin' in, and where he playin' he left
Don't give a f*ck if he up north, I'ma jump the gate
Ain't no bullhug with the kill, I pass the play
Dog, I'm a real slime, and I'm trained to go
Oh, I'm a viper when I catch him, RKO
I'ma fap him, he come out, man just watch me lay low
You hear that door open up, you gon' hear me say go
We gon' send him to the air, bet his f*ckin' gang know
BM still stealin' my shit, she just let my line go
She let my line go
Writer: T Morris
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