[Hook: YBS Skola] I know I’m gon’ make it off this rap shit Me and my niggas can’t afford another tragic If you run up boy, oh I’m gon’ let you have it Skola up now, I’ma hold it down Smoke weed by the pound, sip lean by the four Trappin’ hard out the bando, got the gunman by the door I just hit your girl inside the bando ‘til that pussy sore Then I whacked 100 P’s and left residue on the floor
[Verse 1: YBS Skola] When I make it I’m going ham Fuck ‘round get a Lam I need me a big check like Tayvon on the Rams I done sold coca, I done sold grams I done cashed out on them chickens I meant Uncle Sam Soon as I got that bag, had to switch my swag Don’t do no Giuseppe, I need Christian Loub’s Look at my outfit, Saint Laurent, check out my shoes Saint Laurent jeans bitch, cost me nine beans bitch Every day we flexin’, gotta keep that protection Don’t need no security, we got our own protection If you think ‘bout snatching somethin’ hollows what you catching NFL where I’m from, and Shinners what we reppin’
[Hook: YBS Skola] I know I’m gon’ make it off this rap shit Me and my niggas can’t afford another tragic If you run up boy, oh I’m gon’ let you have it Skola up now, I’ma hold it down Smoke weed by the pound, sip lean by the four Trappin’ hard out the bando, got the gunman by the door I just hit your girl inside the bando ‘til that pussy sore Then I whacked 100 P’s and left residue on the floor
[Verse 2: Don Q] I keep a cup full of red I like to crush up my meds I tell that bitch ‘fore you jump in the bed I do not fuck without head Two point five in the duffel We made it happen, lil nigga you can’t imagine Carty frames when the camera flashing I jump off the back then I’m Fendi swaggin’ Pullin’ whores, tell Skola bring twenty more Press a button just to lift the door Niggas drag him ‘til he hit the floor I’m known to grab it ‘fore it hit the store, woah I’m in the foreign with two hoes Nigga fake Cubans, we don’t do those I’m too cold, it’s more ‘cause the jewels froze Perkys I chew those I keep a knot on me nigga Yeah that’s a lot on me nigga, yeah, yeah You got a car on your wrist, well I got a lot on me nigga, yeah, yeah Look what I got on me nigga They wanna plot on me nigga I sit that bag right on top of you nigga Where catching a body is more like a hobby to niggas, gang
[Hook: YBS Skola] I know I’m gon’ make it off this rap shit Me and my niggas can’t afford another tragic If you run up boy, oh I’m gon’ let you have it Skola up now, I’ma hold it down Smoke weed by the pound, sip lean by the four Trappin’ hard out the bando, got the gunman by the door I just hit your girl inside the bando ‘til that pussy sore Then I whacked 100 P’s and left residue on the floorTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
