Yvng N - Modern Crusade (feat. Tracy $tar) Lyrics

(It ain't no motherf*cking game, man
It's like eight hours left of this shit
No f*cking chuckling, and nothing, and nothing
No kind of way)

Real niggas don't fear god?) I just ripped them up
I had to kill their whole squad?)
Pussy niggas need a tampon
It's?) on my nuts
Like my name was Benson
I'm from two-eight-nine, two-eight-nine

Diss again and you might fly
We in love with homicide
We in love with dropping bodies
Like they was some f*cking flies
Don't shit me, gotta take my time

I can't rush, no, not this time
It's mine, bro. Your daddy, too
Nigga, they ain't got no f*cking dough
I see why you mad. Don't speak on my daughter, nigga

I promise I'm a great dad
I ain't got my daughter on the internet doing face checks
Lovely must be your daddy
Cause you're doing whatever he say

He told you, homie, write a diss
And that shit ended up gay
Go sip your lemonade. You ain't sip no purple rain
Acting like you've been up in these streets

Boy, go sit down, but hey
Two-eight-nine. Niggas slice you up
Just like he was putt
You been in that booth way too long, nigga

Just come on outside, man
Just pay that fine for Brody. Come out there and take it light
I'm tired of assholes talking on my name
When they live they life in spite

Pop a nigga like it's Hubba Bubba Max
Told him I'd smoke a nigga like he back
He's taken way too long to this bag
That's a fact. That nigga ain't nothing. He just a rat

Might hunt that nigga dreams if he take a nap
Like Freddy Krueger
Walk to the scene like I'm Jason
Bro killed a nigga. I kept the secret like a Mason
I bet he a village when we pacing

The money I make, I chase it
The music I'm making, it suck. Just face it
I had Brody listen. He told me erase it
That money ain't tones and patience

You and your gang, y'all ain't got none of that
I'm smoking on pink runs
I bet you and your gang, y'all smoking on Reggie
The pair that we got is heavy

Pull up on a nigga, all black Chevy
34 shots at a nigga like Casey
Double back and then we shot him again?)
Make sure we drop all of his men
Niggas in the oven, just like a muffin

Your dissing is nothing. F*ck all that bluff
You niggas keep talking, we coming and drumming
Look at the money, save it, dummy
You work at McDonald's, your name is me loving

My girl is a witch. She curse you like she in the club
Bitch, she a real writer like Harriet Tubman
Lamar cannot talk for himself. He's a mother
If we start busting at him, he better start ducking

He not shooting nothing. We f*ck at the party
A duck with the function?)
I shoot off his last name. I shoot off his suffix
I dead him like lean. I took out his spleen

I shot him up in his hip. Made him pee
I hit him bleed like a car with dirty oil
Nigga get clean. We wipe up the skin like we Mr. Clean
I broke all my chains just like I was Django

F*cked on your thot and my new Durango
And she Latino cause she got some pesos
Girl in love with me cause I got them red like I'm Bezos
Beat the pussy up, leave her ass creamy just like some mayo

Damn, K.O
I could go all day long
He think he a giant, but giants they fall
Fetch a nigga like a Pokemon

Like his body floated in a pond
Got him running like a marathon
Ain't no shower, but I'm throwing candy bombs?)
And you look like you work with some pigs

Boy, you a kid. You was a snitch
You tell on your mans if you had to
I graduated early, but I might pull up to your school
And shoot up the classroom

I'ma laugh at they nigga like Kevin Hart
See you up in Perks and rip you apart
There's a voodoo with a voodoo lady ripping out your heart