Yea
(Wooo bear make hits)
Ya dig
490
490
OG in my swisher i be blowing it
If I got some problems
Solve a issue
Use a blueprint
Scooping out these niggas that gone hate
Stay out my way
Trying get this bag and flip it
Competition in the game
Know it ain't the same
No love these streets untamed
All these bullets got no name
I keep one up in the chamb'
On go,
Get set, close range
Put three up in his brain
Not one cant let you think
Instant kill gone seal yo faith
Came from jugging an finessing
Now I gotta play it safe
Lost a lot of my own niggas still can't seen til this day
Long live Raymon
Cant forget that nigga taught me so much game
Take yo hoe and make ha faint
Yb que that be the name
Yb que that be the name
F*ck the click he claim
And the bitch ya with
On the gang
I'll slaughter on some savage shit
Gotta 100 shooters
Say they riding with you
I ride for myself
Ain't need the kid
Heard a nigga talking
Say he really bout it
Pull up on yo block and I show em sum
Let the stick talk
Leave a nigga damaged
Say the nigga wild'n
He'n bout none
Trapping and finessing was the way
Have option wit dis money
I can't get it either way
Use to skip school
Public houses n them bandos'
Making plays
Never said this shit was easy
Member pistol n my face
Man I'm glad ain't gone away
Since then been on my P's n Q's
Not worry about what he gone do
He try it I'ma clutching fool
Might up one if he clutch and move
Dirty dawg gone fight
Need maint
Heart cold
To solid won't break
I'm a different breed
15 wit strips
You can live today
You can die tonight!
OG n my swisher
I be blowing it
If I got some problems
Solve a issue
Use a blueprint
Scooping out these niggaz that gone hate
Stay out my way...
Tryna get this bag n flip it
Competition in the game
Know it ain't the same
No love these streets untamed
All these bullets got no name
I keep one up n the cham'b
On go
Get set, close range
Put three up in his brain
Not one can't let u think
Instant kill gone seal yo faith
Instant kill gone seal your faith
Ya ya ya
I really came from nun
YB Que - Blueprint Lyrics
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Yea
(Wooo bear make hits)
Ya dig
490
490
OG in my swisher i be blowing it
If I got some problems
Solve a issue
Use a blueprint
Scooping out these niggas that gone hate
Stay out my way
Trying get this bag and flip it
Competition in the game
Know it ain't the same
No love these streets untamed
All these bullets got no name
I keep one up in the chamb'
On go,
Get set, close range
Put three up in his brain
Not one cant let you think
Instant kill gone seal yo faith
Came from jugging an finessing
Now I gotta play it safe
Lost a lot of my own niggas still can't seen til this day
Long live Raymon
Cant forget that nigga taught me so much game
Take yo hoe and make ha faint
Yb que that be the name
Yb que that be the name
F*ck the click he claim
And the bitch ya with
On the gang
I'll slaughter on some savage shit
Gotta 100 shooters
Say they riding with you
I ride for myself
Ain't need the kid
Heard a nigga talking
Say he really bout it
Pull up on yo block and I show em sum
Let the stick talk
Leave a nigga damaged
Say the nigga wild'n
He'n bout none
Trapping and finessing was the way
Have option wit dis money
I can't get it either way
Use to skip school
Public houses n them bandos'
Making plays
Never said this shit was easy
Member pistol n my face
Man I'm glad ain't gone away
Since then been on my P's n Q's
Not worry about what he gone do
He try it I'ma clutching fool
Might up one if he clutch and move
Dirty dawg gone fight
Need maint
Heart cold
To solid won't break
I'm a different breed
15 wit strips
You can live today
You can die tonight!
OG n my swisher
I be blowing it
If I got some problems
Solve a issue
Use a blueprint
Scooping out these niggaz that gone hate
Stay out my way...
Tryna get this bag n flip it
Competition in the game
Know it ain't the same
No love these streets untamed
All these bullets got no name
I keep one up n the cham'b
On go
Get set, close range
Put three up in his brain
Not one can't let u think
Instant kill gone seal yo faith
Instant kill gone seal your faith
Ya ya ya
I really came from nun
(Wooo bear make hits)
Ya dig
490
490
OG in my swisher i be blowing it
If I got some problems
Solve a issue
Use a blueprint
Scooping out these niggas that gone hate
Stay out my way
Trying get this bag and flip it
Competition in the game
Know it ain't the same
No love these streets untamed
All these bullets got no name
I keep one up in the chamb'
On go,
Get set, close range
Put three up in his brain
Not one cant let you think
Instant kill gone seal yo faith
Came from jugging an finessing
Now I gotta play it safe
Lost a lot of my own niggas still can't seen til this day
Long live Raymon
Cant forget that nigga taught me so much game
Take yo hoe and make ha faint
Yb que that be the name
Yb que that be the name
F*ck the click he claim
And the bitch ya with
On the gang
I'll slaughter on some savage shit
Gotta 100 shooters
Say they riding with you
I ride for myself
Ain't need the kid
Heard a nigga talking
Say he really bout it
Pull up on yo block and I show em sum
Let the stick talk
Leave a nigga damaged
Say the nigga wild'n
He'n bout none
Trapping and finessing was the way
Have option wit dis money
I can't get it either way
Use to skip school
Public houses n them bandos'
Making plays
Never said this shit was easy
Member pistol n my face
Man I'm glad ain't gone away
Since then been on my P's n Q's
Not worry about what he gone do
He try it I'ma clutching fool
Might up one if he clutch and move
Dirty dawg gone fight
Need maint
Heart cold
To solid won't break
I'm a different breed
15 wit strips
You can live today
You can die tonight!
OG n my swisher
I be blowing it
If I got some problems
Solve a issue
Use a blueprint
Scooping out these niggaz that gone hate
Stay out my way...
Tryna get this bag n flip it
Competition in the game
Know it ain't the same
No love these streets untamed
All these bullets got no name
I keep one up n the cham'b
On go
Get set, close range
Put three up in his brain
Not one can't let u think
Instant kill gone seal yo faith
Instant kill gone seal your faith
Ya ya ya
I really came from nun
Writer: QuinDarius Pearson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid