Top Songs By Blac Youngsta
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blac Youngsta
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sammie Benson
Composer
Lyrics
Mm
Mm, mm, mm, mm
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm
No love for no pussy
It's overstood, nigga, we all kill shit
You already know, get the fuck off me
Nigga know ice on me, nigga, I'm on that slime shit, bitch
I done already lost everything to this shit, nigga
I take everything, bitch
Yeah
Pussy nigga, yeah
I'm on that, ay, Garrett, give me that AK
They wanna know right now, bitch-ass nigga, here it go
I'm assuming, them bitch-ass niggas caught themselves stoppin' me (I'm assuming)
I'm assuming, my young nigga murder shit, they bust shots for me (yeah)
I'm assuming, niggas gon' pay me everything they got for me (bitch)
I'm assuming, niggas they think I'm playin' like Monopoly (pussy)
All that throwin' them slick shots on the 'Gram, that's how you end up dead
And I don't got no love for no pussy nigga, I want off with his head (gang)
And I don't give no fuck 'bout what you rep, you know my opps they bled (gang)
I done bust out shots for others niggas 'cause other niggas was scared (gang-gang)
Ask me what I rep, I rep that red, black ain't far from red
Nigga tried to clip me like some dreads, ski mask on his head
Niggas don't want no smoke 'cause when it come wartime, these niggas scared
I'm the type of nigga put money on your head
Come kill you for it, then get the bread
I've been a street nigga that murder shit
Rappin' shit, my second hobby (gang-gang-gang)
I'm on a burge 'bout to purge with the young niggas, they stackin' bodies (brrt)
Bust out the Lamb truck, I don't give no fuck, I'm bussin' out the new Ferrari (skrrt)
Pussy-ass nigga and I'm still retarded (bitch)
This on gang, I'm still mobbin' (gang-gang, gang)
I'd give this shit up right now if I could see my dawg alive (I swear to God)
I sold my soul to the devil raw, before back, life was wild (bitch-ass nigga)
I seen some niggas make changes on me, I took care of they child
(I'm on their shit, nigga, what's up, nigga?)
I go to sleep with my banger on me 'cause I don't trust nothin' around
Murder what she wrote, you play with me, you get murdered again
I dig your ass up and show your friends, on some evil twin
You gon' have to be quiet when I talk, that's the seat you in
All them whips I bought, them niggas stole cars, and they scrapped the VIN (yeah)
Yeah, them pussy niggas didn't let me in
I put some rap niggas, brought they life when they out with their friends
Gang-gang, gang, gang-gang
When we hit your block, we spin again
I'm assuming, you ain't gon' learn your lesson 'til we come and kill your kin
Stop this bitch right here (what?)
Let me out (hell nah)
You know I'ma squeeze the whole trigger, pussy
You know how I come
You know a nigga did this shit for you, duh (yeah)
I'm on that same shit, bitch-ass nigga
Man, get the fuck off, nigga, killin' shit, nigga
(Man, get your ass in the car)
You know these niggas gon' tell on you
I wish Craig was alive to see me now
These niggas wanna be now (rest in peace, cuz)
I made a stop at the CVS
These niggas wanna see me drown (it's on blood)
Heartbroken, some niggas they crossed me out
These niggas wanna see me down (no love)
I'm vicious
I'm smokin' straight on my opps, straight up out the pound (yeah, ay)
We gon' spray your life
We the type of niggas that'll come wet you down
If I say it twice, swear to God gang 'nem them come shut you down
Yeah (yeah)
They ran out of bullets
My young nigga caught them niggas lackin' out of bounds
I remember way back in the day, I was on a play
Make them pussy niggas respect my hustle, workin' like a slave
Gang-gang, gang-gang, fuck everybody for life
I was tryna get paid
Killers take you out and clean the scene
I ain't talkin' a maid
Runnin' through the streets, gamblin' with my life, lookin' for a fade
Prayin' to the Lord, he save my life, I just wanna be saved
Writer(s): Spencer Harris, Inconnu Compisiteur Auteur
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