Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Yg's, artist - Hotboii. Album song Kut Da Fan On, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hitmaker Music
Song language: English
Yg's |
News 6's Nadeen Yanes joins us live in Sumter County |
And Nadeen this case led to crimes in other counties |
Only thing that could heal me is the bag |
Done fell in love with cash |
Let em smirk then we gone blast |
Now he murked so we can laugh |
I rolled up like some purp now I got smoke for all the guys |
Later |
Sometimes I feel like the only thing that could heal me is the bag |
Done fell in love with cash |
Let em smirk then we gone blast |
Now he murked so we can laugh |
I rolled up like some purp now I got smoke for all the guys |
That lil' hoe left me hurt |
So I had left her in the past |
Got niggas who would murk for me |
Put whodie in the grass |
Don’t wanna make no shirt |
Then tell em chill before they crash |
Call my lil' YG’s say «go» they on yo ass |
Four Glocks |
It’s just me and dawg we got two of em |
Real life, this ain’t no facade we them shootas (Shootas) |
Gang piece, she a choosa, switcharoo her |
No I never been a snoozer, you a loser (Loser) |
I fight with my Glock |
But I’m at work can’t put my tool up (I can’t put my tool up) |
Cause I might have to fix a nigga face if it’s screwed up (If it screwed up) |
He the type be talkin' supa see me don’t do nothin' (See me don’t do nothin') |
Every stop chasing loot then I’m chasing mula (Mula) |
Can’t never chase you boo (Nah) |
I’m paper racin' chasing loot (Oh yeah) |
So much shit that I achieve (I did) |
Try and take and make the news |
Playin checkers not no chess you gotta think before you move (You gotta play) |
Let the pussy rock a vest I’m at his neck just like some jewels (Just like some |
jewels) |
Sometimes I feel like the only thing that could heal me is the bag |
Done fell in love with cash |
Let em smirk then we gone blast |
Now he murked so we can laugh |
I rolled up like some purp now I got smoke for all the guys |
That lil' hoe left me hurt |
So I had left her in the past |
Got niggas who would murk for me |
Put whodie in the grass |
Don’t wanna make no shirt |
Then tell em chill before they crash |
Call my lil' YG’s say «go» they on yo' ass |
Call my lil YG say go they on yo ass |