YSN TM - Care Lyrics

C'mon, say it. C'mon, man
What the f*ck? I'm thottin' the bitch off this shit, man
This shit's hard as hell
This nigga on it like it's serious
I know I don't like my bitch, I'll keep bullied, caught on scenes
Throw my dance, I'm in my groove, hell yeah, just to pop the king
Back up, rise, no, I can't win. You play with me, don't use my thing
This is death, it ain't non-stoppin'. I feel bad if he a victim
Get up, pop, leave him there. Yeah, we be runnin, we don't care
Give me a love, just know I'm comin'. Commando, we up, this shit ain't fair
We get a gun, jump out the V, no spare. I took some Glocks, but these ain't pairs
Man, he might die just off his stare. Man, he might die just off his stare
You think it ain't enough, boy, it's still there
Get him with f*ck, leave him there
Can't throw a fast one, you know how we get it
Can't post a gun, take a bitch on the head
Can't find you, gon' get your man
Gon' fire a mug and try to stare
I'm rappin' to whip, yeah, it touch down
In the dirt world like a ram
Booyah, I'm switchin
You know I'm comin
Oh, he ain't tryna ball for real
Just pass that bitch, you know how I'm comin
I'm in the D, I got my own pole
I'm dunkin' shit, I'm their drummer
Call a bitch, cut right into her ear like
How you comin
Can't take my real opps too damn serious
They don't do nothin
Ayy, f*ck a type of topic
Tell me you been thinkin' I'm bluffin
I ain't tryna squat
I already bet
Nigga, this ain't nothin
You said, boy, why you clutchin
Turnin' nothin' into somethin
I'm with the boy up in this bitch
You got the fed
You know he done point
Yeah
I don't know when I wanna go touch my man
You know my niggas be jumpin
Doin' a burnout, we catchin' an opp
We leave him dead
I only smoke them dead niggas
Don't pull that out
It ain't Thrax
I'm just tryna go get him
Not your bro, bro
Sit back, this my hat
Hit him in all these baps
If a f*cker ain't gettin' the baps
Hopped around, we caught the hat
Two for me, gon' get you packed
Two for me, gon' get you beat
Oh, that's a lesson
Might fall down with Smith & Wesson
Man, I can teach you, got that dog
Come on and learn some lessons
I did this shit with my G-lock
Man, I ain't earn no blessings
Nigga, come on
Boy, they know we stuffin
M.I.B
Mom shit
Man, they know we ripped
Nigga, rip the jump out
Aye, that bitch hard
Come on, mama, that bitch hard
Aye, that bitch hard