YGB Anthem
I mean shittt,
but we dont know about the rest of the YGB
Introduce em if you dont mind
I keep a rack like I'm tennis my
niggas a menace just like they name dennis
They say I'm fye so I'm killin dese tracks
yea I murder da beat and I ain't even finish
Imma young nigga come straight out da east but
I stay to myself I ain't built like you bitches
I can't be stuntin no bummy ass niggas
cuz y'all just be talkin and wantin attention
Yea my niggas smoke dope they don't smoke no
port and dis choppa Ak make a young nigga float
Kobe got sticks and moo got big fat
gats whea he at he gon shoot at ya back
And Pilk take flight on a nigga plus mell
keep racks and stacks stuffed in da backpack
My niggas stay to theyself
If you fuck wit Tray then we might as well send you to hell
Damn he got saved by da bell
Now he in da principal office he betta not tell
Freshman year yea I had to move schools
so a nigga got active and toat dem tools
ATL started hoppin in cars now I stay to myself because they neva knew
Jokin around in the class
I know I won't pass
but some way I got off my ass
Niggas was talkin bout shootin up shit
I was Savin up money they livin too fast
If I was a felon wit sticks in da trunk
and cops get behind me I'm doin da dash
Nigga was poppin that shit now he see me
he scratchin his head just like he got a rash
Now dat a nigga hit 10k niggas been
fake I'm just waiting on da hit day uhhh
I'll cut a nigga like a sensei don't
get hurt betta listen what ya bitch say uhh
We can't be stuntin no hater cuz
all of my niggas in YGB tryna get rich
We can't be countin on nobody else cause
we just got each otha no stress for a bitch
You gave dat hoe a ring and teddy bear on valentine you simp
I used to be a simp but I grew older I turned to a pimp
This man think he slick he fuckin bitches bigger than a blimp
But I be fuckin bitches that be badder than Kylie and Kim
My homies be dunkin but yo homies only touch the rim
My homies go strong when we get active yos turn into wimps
Parked up on da scene and they left blood but all my niggas crip
Rappin took me far yea don't play wit me he's not one of dem
Ya boyfriend like to snitch a lot
Really I done did a lot
Yea we call yo girlfriend throatasaurus she suck dick a lot
Plus she really choosin let her go cus she just pick a lot
Yea I'm gettin money I don't care if I was rich or not
Workin all night doordash had to hustle
I was in my bag now I'm comin our da dufffle
If a nigga wanna talk hit his momma wit da boom
boom bang yea dat hoe got rig like some ruffles
Punchin all day I done hurt my knuckle
Stay strapped up like a seat belt buckle
Know damn well I wanna fuck not cuddle
Yea we all shooters not no fighter or a lova
Oh shit, thats the end of the beat
Nah fuck that, run that shit back i got some more to say
Tray got da way wit da bitches but I ain't
gon speak on dat shit cuz he fucked on ya hoe
Kobe be stayin on murder gang shit if
you try one of us he gon kick in yo doe
Moo just gon fight wit his fist but he keep
him a stick on his hip every where dat he go
Pilk just be beatin the shit outta niggas
no stoppin the fight until u hit the floe
Mell keep a stick and he drive wit da whip
case a nigga caught slippin I know he on go
Malik in da house but he keep him a knife
yea he takin yo life if you think he a hoe
Same niggas always be talkin bout me be
dressin like bums and ain't gettin no dough
Now I gotta strap don't think shit sweet
I'll shoot every nigga that be hatin in da roe
Yes indeed yes indeed, ok, alright
Im really fuckin with this YGB crew I aint gonna cap
but we dont know about the rest of the YGB
Introduce em if you dont mind
I keep a rack like I'm tennis my
niggas a menace just like they name dennis
They say I'm fye so I'm killin dese tracks
yea I murder da beat and I ain't even finish
Imma young nigga come straight out da east but
I stay to myself I ain't built like you bitches
I can't be stuntin no bummy ass niggas
cuz y'all just be talkin and wantin attention
Yea my niggas smoke dope they don't smoke no
port and dis choppa Ak make a young nigga float
Kobe got sticks and moo got big fat
gats whea he at he gon shoot at ya back
And Pilk take flight on a nigga plus mell
keep racks and stacks stuffed in da backpack
My niggas stay to theyself
If you fuck wit Tray then we might as well send you to hell
Damn he got saved by da bell
Now he in da principal office he betta not tell
Freshman year yea I had to move schools
so a nigga got active and toat dem tools
ATL started hoppin in cars now I stay to myself because they neva knew
Jokin around in the class
I know I won't pass
but some way I got off my ass
Niggas was talkin bout shootin up shit
I was Savin up money they livin too fast
If I was a felon wit sticks in da trunk
and cops get behind me I'm doin da dash
Nigga was poppin that shit now he see me
he scratchin his head just like he got a rash
Now dat a nigga hit 10k niggas been
fake I'm just waiting on da hit day uhhh
I'll cut a nigga like a sensei don't
get hurt betta listen what ya bitch say uhh
We can't be stuntin no hater cuz
all of my niggas in YGB tryna get rich
We can't be countin on nobody else cause
we just got each otha no stress for a bitch
You gave dat hoe a ring and teddy bear on valentine you simp
I used to be a simp but I grew older I turned to a pimp
This man think he slick he fuckin bitches bigger than a blimp
But I be fuckin bitches that be badder than Kylie and Kim
My homies be dunkin but yo homies only touch the rim
My homies go strong when we get active yos turn into wimps
Parked up on da scene and they left blood but all my niggas crip
Rappin took me far yea don't play wit me he's not one of dem
Ya boyfriend like to snitch a lot
Really I done did a lot
Yea we call yo girlfriend throatasaurus she suck dick a lot
Plus she really choosin let her go cus she just pick a lot
Yea I'm gettin money I don't care if I was rich or not
Workin all night doordash had to hustle
I was in my bag now I'm comin our da dufffle
If a nigga wanna talk hit his momma wit da boom
boom bang yea dat hoe got rig like some ruffles
Punchin all day I done hurt my knuckle
Stay strapped up like a seat belt buckle
Know damn well I wanna fuck not cuddle
Yea we all shooters not no fighter or a lova
Oh shit, thats the end of the beat
Nah fuck that, run that shit back i got some more to say
Tray got da way wit da bitches but I ain't
gon speak on dat shit cuz he fucked on ya hoe
Kobe be stayin on murder gang shit if
you try one of us he gon kick in yo doe
Moo just gon fight wit his fist but he keep
him a stick on his hip every where dat he go
Pilk just be beatin the shit outta niggas
no stoppin the fight until u hit the floe
Mell keep a stick and he drive wit da whip
case a nigga caught slippin I know he on go
Malik in da house but he keep him a knife
yea he takin yo life if you think he a hoe
Same niggas always be talkin bout me be
dressin like bums and ain't gettin no dough
Now I gotta strap don't think shit sweet
I'll shoot every nigga that be hatin in da roe
Yes indeed yes indeed, ok, alright
Im really fuckin with this YGB crew I aint gonna cap
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Writer(s): Hakim Calvin Williams
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