YGG CONFEDERATE Lyrics

Dumas

Aye

YGG shit

This that 1687 shit

Y double G Confederate

Trap nigga for real you can tell from my rhetoric

Selling shit

I bought my first quarter ounce on Edison

Pop out with them clips and watch a nigga scene get edited

I wake up flame my medicine we posted in them bandos

Make that pack disappear like magic (Woo)

Orlando

I'm killing shit

Walking down these beats fuck around get stand over

Just make sure you over stand me

I need millions for my family

I had gram's inside of my Granny's

Now I'm trying to put some Grammy's

On that stand right next to Stanley

I'm so hot might have to fan me

I'm on fire and I keep a Danny

Ain't no trace up on this blammy

They say goddamn he got them bands

He raw as fuck this rap my plan b

I don't dress shit like you niggas all y'all walk around like clones

All I hear is Off-White this

Amiri that and VLone

This expensive taste

This Kaliimarii

I'm rocking shit that I own

I don't know why you came if you wasn't trying to fuck

It's late as hell we grown

I remember back then they ain't believe in me

Now I got 'em singing my songs

I told OG JJC dead then I ran it up off my phone

I got a front

Bro told me what he want

I told 'em nigga it's on

Ain't trying to punt

I thrive on taking them risk

I run this shit fourth and long

Fraud ass nigga who you fooling faker than 'yo Jesus piece

Air Kiy's got like seven them bitches like three a piece

Bro just hit me like we hungry fuck it let me feed the streets

They need to eat

I need to eat

I hit Dumas I need some beats

My bitch ass fat already she don't need no BBL

Smooth nigga don't disrespect me

Shoot that stick like Sam Cassell

Lamar Jackson in the field run through sacks like NFL

I said I was gone relax but I got packs up in the mail

I got that strap up in my jacket so don't ask if it's concealed

Just made a play I'm sipping 'Qua

We going cray DJ Durel

I ain't gone lie when I get high the only time that I take L's

Trying to Pristine my wrist pull up in shit I can't even spell

Born and raised up on Luana

On my momma I can't change

Out the gate I told y'all ass I need a billion

Fuck the fame

Still that same little bad mother fucker

Smoking weed before the game

This that gang

Leaving out this bitch exactly how I came

This that 1687 shit

Y double G Confederate

Trap nigga for real you can tell from my rhetoric

Selling shit

I bought my first quarter ounce on Edison

Pop out with them clips and watch a nigga scene get edited

This that 1687 shit

Y double G Confederate

Trap nigga for real you can tell from my rhetoric

Selling shit

I bought my first quarter ounce on Edison

Pop out with them clips and watch a nigga scene get edited