KidWond3r - YSN Part 2 lyrics

[Intro] Gang Gang b**h, (KidWond3r You Made This Beat Dang) Aye You know how im rockin b**h Get yo guns up, get yo funds up You on that opp sh**, get mop stick b**h (gang) [Verse 1: Lud Foe] Aye We pull up on the op side, shots fired We got rugers and Fn's, b**h dont let me f** I f** her bestfriend We do drive-by's, Hit all y'all We do walk ups and pop ups, Whole lot of shots when this Glock bust Duck n***a, you f** n***a, Put these hollows in yo a** We ain't playin with no wanna be tough n***a Bankrolls, yeah my trues, they be stuff with em And I ain't lettin not a f** n***a, try to f** wit em f** a ski mask, cause ion need it I go bare face, they make me change the murder rate Foenem be beating murder case Cause ima pull up, with a forgi on a straight 8 We got macs for days, f** i look like totin a 38 We gang bang and i hope you on the same thang We hit yo fee fee and shoot it up, n***a gang gang Who is this f** n***a with his hat broke off Im rollin off the ecstasy, its hard for me to maintain f** the feds, free all of my n***as out the chain gang I was in the trap gettin head from yo main thang f** a red laser, we got choppas with green beams I stomped a n***a out, still got blood on my shoe string Run up in yo house, i need all of that lose change n***as run they mouth, they just talk, they be fu gang We can shoot it out, this tec spit out blue flames Trynna get some fame, lose yo life in this rap game [Hook] Yeah im still same young outwest n***a You rock with the opps, then you gone die with em Im posted onna block , with a big 4 nickel The police on my a**, they trynna take my picture b**h I live the life of a young street n***a We live by the code and we f** these b**hes I f**ed a check up, im gucci, went to sleep in linen Extended clip in this Uzi, I can't help but hit ya (Gang Gang)(Cago Leek) x2 [Verse 2: Cago Leek] Ion trust a lot of n***as, a lot of n***as They gone tell tell, but ima get this money Free my n***as out that cell cell, f** n***a Don't get sent off like some damn mail Thinkin that im sweet, fill his head with some damn shells Lud foe, when you see them n***as we gone jump out Riding shotgun so, you know i brought the pump out Stalk a n***a crib, ima stand till he come out n***as totin 30's, So Lil Pablo brought the drum out I got a phone call, i heard Lud Foe in that jam jam b**h im gone get em, ion care bout what the bail is Broke n***as yall not really in the field fam You say you a shooter but yo a** dont shoot to k** k** I know some hot heads, they be smokin n***as like some pot heads, b**hes keep tellin me bout what the opps said Growing up, i can tell you bout what that block did 10 on that d, that turned me into a block head [ Verse 3: Lud Foe] You ain't from around here, you get found here Boy you lackin, you see that fire bullets burst out that mac like a dragon Im from out west where we tote tecs its a habit Shes a hot b**h, make her top sh** while im driving You on that opp sh** you get mob stick boy we sliding You not a drilla, not a k**a, you not a savage Stalked up gorillas for them junkies b**h im trappin Out the bando, drapped in Dolce, and Gabbana Money in the shoe box, loaded guns in the mattress I only f** foreign thots , ain't none of my b**hes average I went to sleep with two hoes, i woke up in a mansion Ridin round with two poles, you know whats finna happen Im ridin with my strap and you danglin, danglin He ion know how foenem be bangin, bangin They gone see how yo brains be hangin, hangin b**h im Boochie Gang, I ain't changin changin Dont test yo luck, f** with us yous a dead man We dont give a f** we pull up k**in everything b**h we gone slide, and i put that on everything Leave bodies outside we shoot b**hes and everything [Bridge] I fell of in the club with some thugs got my semi tucked Yo b**h trynna f** for my guwop, she a silly duck Pull up on yo block, foenem hangin out off that Hemi truck Why you sellin dope? b**h i gotta get this money up [Hook]