Y.K. Me

Yea
(It's the power of Christ)
(It's For the set nigga for the guys nigga)
Uh-uh-uh (rrttt)
Uh let's go
Come get the bags for cheap
Feds try call den you ain't get it from me
I'm the youngest in motion you see(let's go)
Make me a bag a schedule a flight with elites
Know we tagging your ass when we finally meet
Still in love with the money I'm trying to go creep
Yea da bitch nigga duck caught five with da heat
We don't fuck with dem bitches Dey all on Dey knees
Having that shit nigga you know me
Nigga thought I was scared then I hopped in that V
Nigga banging that shit nigga full blow heat
I can carry a bitch nigga new name breezy
I could get on his ass but the shit to easy
Rat in the circle he ain't getting cheese
I rolled the dice Way more then the twice so you can't get up or you can't get even

That's what I mean talk tuff then we leave em
Ran out of good started hanging with demons
And I'm sorry ma dukes know you ain't wan to see it
Go an hop I'm that car make a band cause I need it
Ain't getting sleep nigga chasing that Cheese
Fucking his bitch, hawking with heat
When the bag touch down go and cop me a jeep
Then we shoot out the back of the bitch nigga you know me
Who the talk of the town Nigga tell em it's me
Take off that mask you ain't working
Aye kease
Niggas ain't getting to far trying to come up on me
You ain't working that bitch nigga pass it to me
I ain't buying that shit don't be bragging to me
Crunch time nigga got nailed with that heat
I get that bags now they mad at me
Cool get on they ass we don't argue we creep
He calling me brother and that's where a nigga get crossed cause I never said that G
I tried to give him one to the face and he seen me face and I'm like God damn it he seen Me
And I'm not the type to be boxing with niggas I might gotta up it and leave em
We ain't sparing a nigga what you said (aye coop)
We gon burn us a nigga if we see him
On god

Come get the bags for cheap
Feds try call den you ain't get it from me
I'm the youngest in motion you see
Make me a bag a schedule a flight with elites
Know we tagging your ass when we finally meet
Still in love with the money I'm trying to go creep
Yea da bitch nigga duck caught five with da heat
We don't fuck with dem bitches Dey all on Dey knees
Having that shit nigga you know me
Nigga thought I was scared then I hopped in that V
Nigga banging that shit nigga full blow heat
I can carry a bitch nigga new name breezy
I could get on his ass but the shit to easy
Rat in the circle he ain't getting cheese
I rolled the dice Way more then the twice so you can't get up or you can't get even

Can't get up or you can't get even nigga
Fuck niggas talking about



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Writer(s): Kaleb Hart
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