Ying Lyrics

Quote on quote I'm quoting jokes

I'm in the back of the polo just blowin O's

Any new acquaintances I don't role for those

Fuck up the beat leave it comatose

With an IV

Certain tings see me and be like yo hi Z

Say I got the drip I'm in some Nikes and a white T

Swerving past the ends

No hesi with the friends

You got an army I got ten

One day ill choose between the Rari or the Benz

It's hard decision making

I'm here just making statements

Few dargs affiliated

All that we collect at YBS are purple faces

Convinced my moneys racist

Counted it ain't been the same since

When I spit take cover it's a reckless endeavor

It's evident, like the weather I'm applying pressure

12 Gauges get you peppered

Like Philly cheesesteaks add the cheddar

I make shakes and tremours

Never wake bake its effort

YBS to the moon

One text get a room

You little rappers moving urgent

Get wiped like shit stains and detergent

It's clear from the get I was created for a purpose

Quote on quote let's raise a toast

To the best Nigga that stepped in since the holy ghost

Hit this zoot don't overdose

Cah ill have you in the back with your lungs feelin comatose

I'm still

Rollin blunts for Niggas that don't mostly smoke

Yeah we're stayin in the back blowing mostly O's

Count my dough then go

I just made it to the booth and this verse is getting fucked like some hopeless hoe

I still roll with them Niggas that's holding weapons

Tec-9 or a Weson

Pick a poison still get peppered

I ain't got beef on these streets but this sword will get you severed

No jokes yeah I got you under pressure

Still counting all these '50s got a migraine

Look how the times changed

Spitting on this beat the pen and paper got my mind tame

I'm tired of all these mind games

I'll just pour and sip this yack up in my cup

Keep on drinking what my minds sayin