[Intro: YBS Skola] The streets kept askin' for it You dig? Park Heights to the 'Ville, YG Teck, what the fuck it is? Elijah
[Chorus: YBS Skola & YG Teck] I get sky-high every night Keep the strap with me like a dyke Up Next died at the light Shit can never ever be right Lot of niggas fightin' big charges But some of 'em got bikes I hire lawyers off and get green dots I ain't really flyin' no kites You ain't never shared no cells Had residue on that scale You ain't try hard and you failed I done been through this shit for real I'm still sendin' scripts through I ain't got time to send mail I done helped niggas make bail I done got niggas killed Swear I been in the trenches with the murderers Can't be from the city and ain't heard of us Dope crowds on the back block, it get dangerous YBS, we the Shinners, ain't a stain on us, yeah
[Verse 1: YG Teck] I really hold court in these streets I done put niggas on they feet If I call a nigga my brother Then you know I helped niggas eat I'm really young, doin' what I want I'll buy a bitch what she want (It ain't nothin) I'm a trap boy Fuck it up and get it right back, this shit ain't 'bout nothin' I was down, now I'm ballin' on niggas Stand on mine, I ain't callin' a nigga Waited in line, now I'm shinin' on niggas Nigga press me, then I'm ironin' a nigga Got a bitch down the hill and she fat as a bitch Pullin' up on her in traffic and shit She a twin but I know that it's her when I see her brown ass By the walk and a tat on her wrist Skola and Teck 'bout to walk on this bitch Like a light switch, I'm goin' off on this bitch Pull up, double parkin' my shit Twenty pack on me light, still talkin' my shit Got the Heights on my back, city know who I am I don't give a fuck, niggas know I'm the man And I just put a thirty clip up in this forty Get furred with this bitch and I know it won't jam, boy
[Chorus: YBS Skola & YG Teck] I get sky-high every night Keep the strap with me like a dyke Up Next died at the light Shit can never ever be right Lot of niggas fightin' big charges But some of 'em got bikes I hire lawyers off and get green dots I ain't really flyin' no kites You ain't never shared no cells Had residue on that scale You ain't try hard and you failed I done been through this shit for real I'm still sendin' scripts through I ain't got time to send mail I done helped niggas make bail I done got niggas killed Swear I been in the trenches with the murderers Can't be from the city and ain't heard of us Dope crowds on the back block, it get dangerous YBS, we the Shinners, ain't a stain on us, yeah
[Verse 2: YBS Skola] My Audemar diamonds too bright I mix the lean with the Sprite I keep the glizzy, ain't got time to fight My diamonds do hit when you turn off the light Fresh off the D, dip and dab with the white Plug in LA and he sent in them pounds He gon' straight send 'em down if I tell him the name My nigga from Philly that sell me the lean He just brought me some pints, so I shout out to Mike We in the trenches with them sticks, you will get murdered From the Heights up to the 'Ville, so many murderers Off of this single with Teck, I'ma go cop a Patek, hell yeah Then I'm gon' get some baguettes, put them shits right in my neck, hell yeah
[Chorus: YBS Skola & YG Teck] I get sky-high every night Keep the strap with me like a dyke Up Next died at the light Shit can never ever be right Lot of niggas fightin' big charges But some of 'em got bikes I hire lawyers off and get green dots I ain't really flyin' no kites You ain't never shared no cells Had residue on that scale You ain't try hard and you failed I done been through this shit for real I'm still sendin' scripts through I ain't got time to send mail I done helped niggas make bail I done got niggas killed Swear I been in the trenches with the murderers Can't be from the city and ain't heard of us Dope crowds on the back block, it get dangerous YBS, we the Shinners, ain't a stain on us, yeah
[Outro: YG Teck] You know what's goin' on You heard me, say you heard me Say you see me clearly, you hear me clearly You ain't never seen no shit like this, nigga Shine up with no excuses That's what I'm tryna tell you, though Worm ass niggas, yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
