Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Gangin' this shit runnin' deep, man, we got all the hoes
Shorty stealin' strikes and stealin' pipes, man, we need all of those
She want all the mikes but she ain't right, she done f*cked all the bros
And he think we a like, but he a hype, we up in all the rolls
Even if it's not, they be on that lame shit, They be doin' the same shit
If I do not pop out, then I'm at home still on that gang shit
She wanna party with the mob, cause she know that the gang lit
You got a problem with the squad then you might get ya gang hit
Don't call me a drill rapper, G-Lock, that's a head tapper
When he get off the pill, he like to cap, call him a pill capper
Tryna sign a deal after, Run up a couple M's after
Know they be needin' Yuskii on the beat, cause I'm a real rapper
Yeah
Keep shit in the streets
If I address you bout some shit, that don't mean we got beef
But I can't stress you bout no shit cause you ain't keep it P
Don't do that to me, but I'ma let it be But they cut off, I guarantee
Stop askin' bout them goofies from the past, them niggas under me
Blow the switch, flash black and yellow like a bubble bee
Turnt in the stu the gang pouring Act, Man this shit bubbly
I didn't think it could happen, til the one upstairs humbled me
Jumped in the streets, you better play your part, and don't go overboard
Cause if you die and you go straight to hell, then you didn't know the Lord
They get one end and we go tit for tat, this shit like tug of war
If you ain't tryna rap to save the trenches, What you rappin' for
Gangin' this shit runnin' deep, man, we got all the hoes
Shorty stealin' strikes and stealin' pipes, man, we need all of those
She want all the mikes but she ain't right, she done f*cked all the bros
And he think we a like, but he a hype, we up in all the rolls
Yeah
Yuskii Da G - Real Rap Lyrics
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Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Gangin' this shit runnin' deep, man, we got all the hoes
Shorty stealin' strikes and stealin' pipes, man, we need all of those
She want all the mikes but she ain't right, she done f*cked all the bros
And he think we a like, but he a hype, we up in all the rolls
Even if it's not, they be on that lame shit, They be doin' the same shit
If I do not pop out, then I'm at home still on that gang shit
She wanna party with the mob, cause she know that the gang lit
You got a problem with the squad then you might get ya gang hit
Don't call me a drill rapper, G-Lock, that's a head tapper
When he get off the pill, he like to cap, call him a pill capper
Tryna sign a deal after, Run up a couple M's after
Know they be needin' Yuskii on the beat, cause I'm a real rapper
Yeah
Keep shit in the streets
If I address you bout some shit, that don't mean we got beef
But I can't stress you bout no shit cause you ain't keep it P
Don't do that to me, but I'ma let it be But they cut off, I guarantee
Stop askin' bout them goofies from the past, them niggas under me
Blow the switch, flash black and yellow like a bubble bee
Turnt in the stu the gang pouring Act, Man this shit bubbly
I didn't think it could happen, til the one upstairs humbled me
Jumped in the streets, you better play your part, and don't go overboard
Cause if you die and you go straight to hell, then you didn't know the Lord
They get one end and we go tit for tat, this shit like tug of war
If you ain't tryna rap to save the trenches, What you rappin' for
Gangin' this shit runnin' deep, man, we got all the hoes
Shorty stealin' strikes and stealin' pipes, man, we need all of those
She want all the mikes but she ain't right, she done f*cked all the bros
And he think we a like, but he a hype, we up in all the rolls
Yeah
Gangin' this shit runnin' deep, man, we got all the hoes
Shorty stealin' strikes and stealin' pipes, man, we need all of those
She want all the mikes but she ain't right, she done f*cked all the bros
And he think we a like, but he a hype, we up in all the rolls
Even if it's not, they be on that lame shit, They be doin' the same shit
If I do not pop out, then I'm at home still on that gang shit
She wanna party with the mob, cause she know that the gang lit
You got a problem with the squad then you might get ya gang hit
Don't call me a drill rapper, G-Lock, that's a head tapper
When he get off the pill, he like to cap, call him a pill capper
Tryna sign a deal after, Run up a couple M's after
Know they be needin' Yuskii on the beat, cause I'm a real rapper
Yeah
Keep shit in the streets
If I address you bout some shit, that don't mean we got beef
But I can't stress you bout no shit cause you ain't keep it P
Don't do that to me, but I'ma let it be But they cut off, I guarantee
Stop askin' bout them goofies from the past, them niggas under me
Blow the switch, flash black and yellow like a bubble bee
Turnt in the stu the gang pouring Act, Man this shit bubbly
I didn't think it could happen, til the one upstairs humbled me
Jumped in the streets, you better play your part, and don't go overboard
Cause if you die and you go straight to hell, then you didn't know the Lord
They get one end and we go tit for tat, this shit like tug of war
If you ain't tryna rap to save the trenches, What you rappin' for
Gangin' this shit runnin' deep, man, we got all the hoes
Shorty stealin' strikes and stealin' pipes, man, we need all of those
She want all the mikes but she ain't right, she done f*cked all the bros
And he think we a like, but he a hype, we up in all the rolls
Yeah
Writer: Patrick Baker
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid