NGeeYL - Tales of YL lyrics

I live life in them shadows I’m equipped with ammo And we shoot like Rambo My n***as draped in camo We poppin’ out the jungle My n***as starving, they hungry Told me and my n***as had to take it Now me and my n***as we greedy Yeah, put a lil paint on her face Designer drip, I’m draped Designer drip, I’m draped Play with the gang, we say grace Young n***a, we eatin’ Y’all n***as look vegan Y’all n***as can’t live my lifestyle I ain’t seen y’all in a while Young n***a been ducked Been thinkin’ ’bout a truck Young n***a gettin’ loads Y’all n***as gettin’ old Money green like mold In the green like moss Catchin’ plays, Randy Moss Ooh, catch a lil play and skrrt off Skrrt-in’ off with your bae I’m doin’ the dash all the way Back, on the way back to the trap b**hes they know where I’m at Every day I catch a pack Catch a pack, I bring it in It’s a ten, no it ain’t It’s a twelve, no it ain’t Fifteen, they’ll thank me Got a b***h who from the ‘Nolia, I call her lil saint And I’m drinkin’ on a whole motherf**in’ pint Y’all lil n***as regular than me and I’m the Legend But I’m ballin’ like a n***a that never had s**t Came in that b***h, ’05 Michael Vick Y’all n***as drinkin’ fake drank, make me sick Beatin’ out the block, then beat out your b***h Young n***a put a brick on my wrist Young n***a run up them bands Pull out the stick on your mans Made that n***a do the dance Send you a brick in the can Ooh, stupid bad b***h, say she Persian And that chopper cut just like a surgeon Mix the swag with the gas, go to the mall and splurgin’ They like f**k that dirty ba*tard, that boy don’t deserve it That’s why they hate YL Your b***h choosin’, I can tell Thought I was gon’ buy her Chanel f**ed the b***h and I peeled Y’all n***as get dipped ‘Cause b***h I’m equipped like Rambo My young n***a equipped with ammo We poppin’ out, n***a in camo Damn, Double-S be the brew F**k the local, put you on CNN news I beat that pack, that motherf**er bruised Damn, pockets on f**in’ Bruce Bruce Damn they want to steal me for my paper They want to see me like Big was in them papers I feel like Diddy, see what that dirty money make ya I got them b**hes doin’ jumping jacks naked Damn, young NGee Yeah I’m ridin’ with that D-R-A-C Yeah, and I’m goin’ stupid Young NGee, got plenty P’s Y’all n***a p***y, y’all n***a regular B***h I’m big bag, I been havin’ bags I been havin’ cash, y’all lil n***as sad Do the f**in’ dash, skrrt Do the dash b***h, skrrt Skrrt, skrrt skrrt Bag, b***h