Chris Johnson ft. Ygb 3 & Ygb Trouble Lyrics

Woo, woo, woo, gang

Ha, yo, Big Glo

Mm, mm, mm

Man, I'm Chris Jones with the pack, you know I sell 28s

I put fours on the rocket, ship to go out of space

Me, three-three, go sweep the block with a Dirty k

We go four for four, nigga, yeah, that's no face

Come round with that Deezy, James, 33, that's Rick James

Kick a door , that's a bad bitch, you know she got moods swings

Lu Kane kick my specialty, you know I bring out new things

Spin the block and Drop a Opp nigga, I want some new rank

Pop out of that school, fuck, fuck, ain't bet to run or shit

Put a switch on the back of that Glock , got that bitch be bustin' shit

Every time I shoot, it sound like that bitch be stutterin

I don't give a fuck, dropped out of school, cause I like money, bitch

Fuckin' on these hoes, designer clothes, that's how I'm comin' bit

Young nigga, I dropped out of school, I'm on that dumb shit

Ridin' with a tool up in my hand, I'm on some fun shit

I'm a lil nigga, but I stay toteing ' big, guns bitch

Scratchin' and he fuckin' tweakin', like he off the meds

Might just fuck the bitch, best friend, might fuck with her head

I don't fuck with niggas at all,l I'm like red skin

Nigga, I don't did this shit before, I'm a veteran

Hit that bitch and six gear, mash the gas in

Niggas trippin', I don't see shit with my glasses

Nigga, I got to feel it all, and my dawg is servin' fentanyl

A dope peddler, he put some fentanyl

Ayy, what's your time Is, nigga

Ride around, nigga, duckin' shots from the sirens

Three-got a drac, that bitch is singin' Miley Cyrus

Swipe a card and pull a fraud, nigga, duckin' I.R.S

Ayy, ayy, fuckin' on her best friend

Bitch, you a lesbian, fuck it, that's two redbones

Ayy, and I'm, that little nigga's head

my dog a fuckin' grave Digger and I fuckin' headstones

For real

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