"YNS" lyrics
"YNS"
(feat. Blac Youngsta & YFN Lucci)
[Blac Youngsta:]
Nigga, we don't give no fuck
Uh, nigga
Nigga, we gon' come through with that hundred round, hoe
And, nigga, your baby gon' be whining
That's yours, nigga
Yeah, I don't give no fuck, nigga
Gangster shit
One, one, one, huh
Shoot up the spot
Run from the cop
Fuck on a thot
Go rob the spot
Go buy a watch
Young nigga shit, we all we got, yeah (4Hunnid)
Buy a drop
Whippin' the rock, stash the dope, white in my sock
I hope my ex get hit by a car
Fuck that bitch, yeah
I'ma burn your cap and fuck your friend, hoe
I don't really smile, I just grin, hoe
Touch you toes, bend it over
I gotta burn your throat, or you gotta roll
[YG:]
Ouu, what's up with that neck, hoe?
Ouu, suck it 'till she got that strep throat
Ouu, what's up with that check, hoe?
I got it, main reason why I flex, hoe
I'm with it all, always involved, pistol by my draws
Hood nigga, in love, pistol with my broad
Shake my head, I mean that nigga trip my car alarm
Off that Patron, I be feelin' like, "Fuck all y'all!"
Told that bitch don't trust me
Told that bitch don't love me
Told that bitch I'm ratchet
Told that bitch just fuck me
These popos and these rap niggas fuck with gangbangers and trap niggas
I don't shake hands, I don't dap niggas
I just hold this MAC, nigga
[Blac Youngsta:]
Shoot up the spot
Run from the cop
Fuck on a thot
Go rob the spot
Go buy a watch
Young nigga shit, we all we got, yeah (4Hunnid)
Buy a drop
Whippin' the rock, stash the dope, white in my sock
I hope my ex get hit by a car
Fuck that bitch, yeah
I'ma burn your cap and fuck your friend, hoe
I don't really smile, I just grin, hoe
Touch you toes, bend it over
I gotta burn your throat, or you gotta roll
[YFN Lucci:]
Go cath a body, lil' nigga, go hit a lick
How the fuck you poppin' and ain't never pop shit?
(You a opp or snitch), either or, we ain't rockin' with it
Get your noggin split
Have your shit lookin' like a whip with no top on it
Hopped right out on it
Watch me take your hoe, nigga, it's a robbery
Niggas sounding like me, why the fuck they mocking me?
And I've been chasing dough and I can't let them follow me
And if they go, we gon'—
[Blac Youngsta:]
Shoot up the spot
Run from the cop
Fuck on a thot
Go rob the spot
Go buy a watch
Young nigga shit, we all we got, yeah (4Hunnid)
Buy a drop
Whippin' the rock, stash the dope, white in my sock
I hope my ex get hit by a car
Fuck that bitch, yeah
I'ma burn your cap and fuck your friend, hoe
I don't really smile, I just grin, hoe
Touch you toes, bend it over
I gotta burn your throat, or you gotta roll (Fuck nigga!)
You scared, I'ma bust your ass
I make my haters mad
They wish I was dead
Run in the house, run in the house, run in the house
Run up your bands, yeah
Go put a scam, yeah
.40 hangin' out my pants, yeah
Shoot up the spot
Run from the cop
Fuck on a thot
Go rob the spot
Go buy a watch
Young nigga shit, we all we got, yeah (4Hunnid)
Buy a drop
Whippin' the rock, stash the dope, white in my sock
I hope my ex get hit by a car
Fuck that bitch, yeah
I'ma burn your cap and fuck your friend, hoe
I don't really smile, I just grin, hoe
Touch you toes, bend it over
I gotta burn your throat, or you gotta roll
Writer(s): Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson, Sam Benson, Rayshawn Lamar Bennett, Tyron Douglas
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- YG Lyrics
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