Uh, YNS, TDN fuck that nigga Daelon, man
I'm about to kill that shit
About to be a murder scene
Flow nice like I'm always mean
Got your girl with me, she on the team
Got a rifle, bitch, with a beam
Flow nasty like Mr. Clean
You the student, bitch and I'm the dean
Flow crazy like it's off the lean
She didn't listen, so she off the team
Run up in your mama house with that shotgun with that banana drum
Let that clip dump like "bitch, run!"
Wish you would like say something
Group of bitches when they come
Give them thirty shots and then they run
Bad songs, nigga we made one
Good songs, we laid a ton
Real shit when I spit this
Bars sicker than syphilis
Trying to seal that deal, bitch
Rolling like Meals on Wheels, bitch
Killed the game with a bad bitch
Now you looking all sad, bitch
YNS be on that mad shit
YNS, we sack shit
YNS, that be the name. No gold rings, no gold chain
Three songs with no trains
That beast that cannot be tamed
That thunder beat like it's all the same
Like that thunder beat with no rain
Kicking niggas like I'm Bruce Wayne
Shoot yourself, Kurt Cobain
Fuck the beat with no condom
Thomas take it in the bottom
I don't get invited then we got a problem
Tell Thomas come up out of the closet
Wear lipsticks and nail Polish
Shit sick, might need a doctor
I kill niggas, dont have fear. Y'all my sons, I am the father
Couple niggas that's down to ride
Commit suicide if you ain't on my side
These bars got niggas locked up
Feel like they serving that jail time
Y'all niggas salty like iodide
I'll take your girl and make her mine
Austin powers off cough syrup
That grim reaper, you out of time
Who the fuck would ever diss YNS?
I need a crown because I'm the best
I load the gun and let it off
I'm aiming at you, this is not a test
You talk shit, it's your last breath
My flow dope; crystal meth
I'll put a round in your fucking chest
I'll live forever, never need death
I run this shit like cardio
My bars the best, Lombardi flow
She ride me like a rodeo
Now she can't walk like polio
I used to fuck with OVO
Now I rep that YNS
Put the .9 up to your neck
I'd rather have fear than respect
I equip the extended clip then put the barrel to your fucking lip
Squeeze the trigger, let Nina rip
I'm running out of lean to sip
I'm high as fuck on the mothership
The mother trip on some other shit
I tell the mother to suck my dick then make her daughter come fuck the clique
Everywhere a nigga look a nigga getting his shit took or a nigga getting his bitch took
Now I'm in her mouth like fish hooks
Her legs open like a good book
I'm stunting hard, y'all scared to look
I'm a god, call me Jehovah
I got the city on my fucking shoulders
Leave niggas stinking; body odor
My bitch fuck behind closed doors but I left them open to expose the whore
T short but my temper shorter
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