YING/YANG ft. Akira Snow Lyrics

I've been stressing, no blessing

Handling conflicts, forget the memories

I don't know where my mind is

Life decisions like trivia

I ain't taking no quiz

Why the fuck they on my dick

I ain't dealing with they shit

If they don't back the fuck up

I'm loading rounds in this clip

Seven hundred and sixteen, part two in this bitch

I'm talking seven hundred and sixteen but this shit

Done been a sequel

Didn't fuck with number one

I'm giving y'all a prequel

Ay, fuck all that beef

I make it equal

Feeling like I'm Satan

Sold my soul and now I'm evil

Shooting my shot

Never miss

Like a three (ho)

Playing that bitch like a game

Up, down, left, right, cheat code

Tryna give it all thinking

I really done lucked up

Some of y'all Gen-Z motherfuckers

Is just fucked up

Yea, you make bands

Off of one good song

Mine was INTOXICATED

I'm gon put you on

Because I'm dealing with

The same old issues

Now this hoe is crying

Someone get that bitch a tissue

Who the fuck been crying now

Y'all motherfuckers crying out

Motherfucker talking I'm gon show him

What this shits about

It ain't clout

I done sold my soul

Diamonds with the gold

Diamonds full of gold

Face is silicone

Niggas turn to clones

Cops with the drones

Bad lil bitch

On my dirt, it's to the bone

It's funny how niggas been talking

It's funny how bitches been talking

It's funny how niggas been moving

It's funny how niggas been plotting

It's funny how life is a joke, look

Every joke has its truth

I was dying young up in my youth

Spit shit when I'm up in the booth

And now they asking

How I'm gon do

Losing my mind

Like I'm losing my tooth

Fucked up, like a bitch

Get schooled

You know how a nigga gon do

Skipping shit like this shit was school

Niggas was breaking all the rules

Fucking shit, you know how I move

Never seem to really give a fuck

Niggas splat like Splatoon, ay

Niggas splat like Splatoon, swish

Yea, you fake as fuck like a cartoon, bitch

Yea I was smoking on that pack

We was in the trap

Yea, yea

Bitch I'm smoking on that pack

All my niggas in the trap

Yea, that bitch wanna call me her baby

She just wanna trap

If I gotta do it

My niggas counting all the racks

If I gotta do it

I never sleep just like I'm Dracula

Bitch a nigga got that formula

Niggas wanna talk but they, mad enough

Never gave a fuck when I spit, it bruh

Red eyes, Madara

See I gotta get it in the moderate times

Everybody talking when I get high

If I'm really being honest

I tell a bitch to save her bullshit

For a FaceTime

I ain't even gotta lie, nigga

Look me dead inside my eyes, nigga

Yea, I fuck the bitch until she barely moving

Said she paralyzed, nigga

Tell me when you cum, bitch

Everyday with the drum, bitch

Everyday with the drum bitch

You get hit like a drumstick

I'm gon run this shit back

Memory in tack

I'm gon run this shit back

Memory in tack

Some of y'all keep talking

But I know that shit whack

Who the fuck really been talking

I'm gon get they ass smacked, bitch