Ybrskuuda - 43L Lyrics

Ha
Yo, bitch, god damn, man
Ha
F*ck, nah, for real

We out, huh
Yeah, like what
Nah, what
Yeah

Three, I miss you, I can't even f*ckin' cap
Let a nigga speak on your name and I'ma knock him off the map
Three fifty for a line, I can't trust him, that shit cap
I can't even talk on the phone, twelve got me, that shit tap

If a nigga try to play, I put his head up in his lap
Treat him like a armadillo, leave him in the road flat
Shoot at that nigga, hit him in his back and he go blat
We at his funeral, his mama see him dead and now she cryin

I was young as f*ck and three, had me on gas, man, I was flyin
Man, I can get you killed without him touchin' you just like a mime
They tryna sign me for a mill, but I ain't even got the time
And I can take it, but I don't need no f*ckin' deal, bitch, I'm fine

Bitch, I'm good, a lot of niggas took from me, I need my bag back
I did everything for niggas, but they went left, bitch, y'all can have it
I'ma kill a nigga, really make his mama and his dad sad
Catch him at the light, Tupac that nigga up in a scatpack

Treat him like some internet, we gon' hit him and make him lag lag
Like, f*ck a bank, I really got a hundred K up in a trash bag
I'm off a perc, I put my dick up in her mouth and made her gag gag
Like, come here, come here, huh, come here, where you goin'

Come here, come here, like, uh, yo, bitch, dummy, huh
Like, a hundred K up in a bank and it's just sittin' there
She tight just like a cheerio, my dick can't even fit in there
A real money, man, if she ain't talkin' bout money, I ain't hearing her

I'm goin' a hundred on the dash, just like I'm speeding, just like I'm steering sum
Like, f*ck a deal, I treat a deal just like some tissue, how I tear it up
If the rap game had a dress, I swear I'd get down and marry her
I guess I'm shootin' 30 niggas, yeah, I'm feelin' like I'm Curry

I'm in the club with zo, he got a Drake, so I ain't worried
He got a Drake in here, put it to your face, he ain't scared
A hundred K, I'm really rich, I got money like Halle Berry
These niggas washed up, they really f*ckin' spoiled like they dairy

Like, why you dissin' whole time and your f*ckin' brother dead
Bitch, you said I wouldn't be shit, that's what your f*ckin' brother said
Pull up to your block with a chop and aim at your brother head
And now I'm 12, tryna indict me cause I done caught another fed

Bitch, free three, he done been up in there for too long
He was just tryna get that pape, how the f*ck could he do wrong
Like, if you play me, I'll step on you with my shoe on
Slap a light skin, now he dark skin, like he two toned

Like, you keep talkin' bout a deal, nigga, I'm just finna move on
Like, y'all puttin' the wrong niggas on top, like, nigga, who on
Catch him on the porch, shoot at the nigga house and give him a new home
Like, y'all niggas givin' clout to wrong niggas, y'all don't care who known

Y'all don't care who known, got me