"Ingredients" lyrics

"Ingredients"
(feat. Fredo Bang)

[YNW Melly:]
Do you want smoke?
Okay, I need all my ladies in the building
(All my ladies and gentleman
Yes, Young Nigga World, Young Nigga Way)
Clap your motherfuckin' hands like
(And I bring to you YNW Melly)
Yeah, that's right baby, okay
(Come on, baby)
Oh yeah (Yes, clap your hands)

I just found out a new ingredient to death
I'ma give it all 'til it ain't nothin' left
Shawty wanna go 'cause I'm gettin' this check
Hoppin' out the coupe, tell her give me that neck
If you wanna fuck my gang
.40 with a dick, I'ma let the nuts hang
Shawty say she with it and she like my swang
Iron in what I trust, 'cause that's what I slang
You say you got death on your mind
Shut the fuck up, boy, you're tellin' to the nine
Load up the carbon, bust it at his eye
You niggas really be snitches in disguise

I don't wanna take no losses so I'm playin' all for keeps
And my heart can't take no more of all this pain attackin' me
I don't wanna take no heartbreak so I'm playin' it for keeps
And my heart can't take no more of all this pain attackin' me

I been through a lot of shit, yes, I done seen some crazy things
Every time I go to sleep I got some demons chasing me
And she told me it was real but the way that I'm feeling now
Is if I ever see her, I'ma go kapow

I just found out a new ingredient to death
I'ma give it all 'til it ain't nothin' left
Shawty wanna go 'cause I'm gettin' this check
Hoppin' out the coupe, tell her give me that neck
If you wanna fuck my gang
.40 with a dick, I'ma let the nuts hang
Shawty say she with it and she like my swang
Iron in what I trust, 'cause that's what I slang
You say you got death on your mind
Shut the fuck up, boy, you're tellin' to the nine
Load up the carbon, bust it at his eye
You niggas really be snitches in disguise

[Fredo Bang:]
Shawty say she like my squad
We gon' take her home and we pick that ass apart
She say she can take this rod
I'ma pull it out, just do your part
And I keep that stick and I'll squeeze, ho
Put it through his head like I'm tryna give him chemo

[YNW Melly:]
Was the night before Christmas, I was with my niggas
Ridin' in a stolo, clutchin' on them triggers
They wouldn't let me squeeze, they wouldn't let me squeeze
You with Melly, crack your melon, you can get your lemon squeezed

[Fredo Bang:]
I got a lemon squeeze on the nina
Dawg need the cheese to cut you down for that Velveeta
He talk like he got stripes, I guess he think he with Adidas
Hit him in his head, that's gon' make 'em all the sweeter
Hey sir, I don't fuck with snoopers
I got a gun, it's not an action movie, won't be bloopers
I need a party pack of Percs, don't be a party pooper
Big old titties on this gun, this bitch could work for Hooters

[YNW Melly:]
I just found out a new ingredient to death
I'ma give it all 'til it ain't nothin' left
Shawty wanna go 'cause I'm gettin' this check
Hoppin' out the coupe, tell her give me that neck
If you wanna fuck my gang
.40 with a dick, I'ma let the nuts hang
Shawty say she with it and she like my swang
Iron in what I trust, 'cause that's what I slang
You say you got death on your mind
Shut the fuck up, boy, you're tellin' to the nine
Load up the carbon, bust it at his eye
You niggas really be snitches in disguise
You snitches in disguise

I don't wanna take no losses so I'm playin' all for keeps
And my heart can't take no more of all this pain attackin' me
I don't wanna take no heartbreak so I'm playin' it for keeps
And my heart can't take no more of all this pain attackin' me


Writer(s): Jamell Demons, Eduardo Juarez Hernandez, Fredrick Givens
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