Ying

Quote on quote I'm quoting jokes
I'm in the back of the polo just blowin O's
Any new acquaintances I don't role for those
Fuck up the beat leave it comatose
With an IV
Certain tings see me and be like yo hi Z
Say I got the drip I'm in some Nikes and a white T
Swerving past the ends
No hesi with the friends
You got an army I got ten
One day ill choose between the Rari or the Benz
Its hard decision making
I'm here just making statements
Few dargs affiliated
All that we collect at YBS are purple faces
Convinced my moneys racist
Counted it ain't been the same since
When I spit take cover it's a reckless endeavor
It's evident, like the weather I'm applying pressure
12 Gauges get you peppered
Like Philly cheesesteaks add the cheddar
I make shakes and tremours
Never wake bake its effort
YBS to the moon
One text get a room
You little rappers moving urgent
Get wiped like shit stains and detergent
It's clear from the get I was created for a purpose
Quote on quote let's raise a toast
To the best Nigga that stepped in since the holy ghost
Hit this zoot don't overdose
Cah ill have you in the back with your lungs feelin comatose
I'm still
Rollin blunts for Niggas that don't mostly smoke
Yeah we're stayin in the back blowin mostly O's
Count my dough then go
I just made it to the booth and this verse is getting fucked like some hopeless hoe
I still roll with them Niggas that's holding weapons
Tec-9 or a Weson
Pick a poison still get peppered
I ain't got beef on these streets but this sword will get you severed
No jokes yeah I got you under pressure
Still countin all these '50s got a migraine
Look how the times changed
Spittin on this beat the pen and paper got my mind tame
I'm tired of all these mind games
I'll just pour and sip this yack up in my cup
Keep on drinkin what my minds sayin