Ybgrone - Channel 4 Pt. 2

(My son cold with this shit)
Mr. channel 4 news me a nigga
She pull up on me cause she wanna count blues with a nigga
My niggas so gangster homie, We go do a hit and dont leave no clues for theses niggas
Bitch I got that paper on me
She dont kick it with you cause she see that you flaking homie
Rod it stay up on me, My laundry got clean so my hoe said she waiting on me
I pulled up with Teezy and Kylan whassup
Bitch we loaded off dojo we jocein we stuck
I just met up with Asia to count the fee up
Told potna i got him just roll the weed up
Got a text from my bitch she want eat that man up
Had to tell all my brothers we got it we up
We get locked in that jam I'm not giving you up
And I'm plugged in with debo i gotta re-up
He said he gone take something, I got Ro on my left man that nigga can't take shit
We living like gangland
You feel like you bout it then go with your move then
Caught at the red light, I'll off me a nigga if that bag on his head right
Yo niggas ain't fed right?
But you beefing with niggas like you got your bag tight
And my nigga snuck the tool in this bitch
Boy im counting up with sama
Yeah im really counting blues with a crip
I just had to make a move with a bitch
But if she tell what she seen then i gotta hit the snooze on the bitch
Teezy said ima fool with this shit
So I gotta make a move with this shit
When we sliding gotta move with them sticks
Cause a nigga can't lose in a hit
If he swing then I'm brusing his shit
I'm on that gang shit, Riding round
Music blasting while she give me brain shit
And these niggas cant tame shit
If they want me to stop then they gone need my brain split
I'm on that same shit
Tried 2 change for my girl but I see that ain't change shit
And you see how this chain glisin
They want know if my pockets gone hit like my chain hit
That stick in my pocket, I'm flexin blue stripes and they Watching
They wanna know what I'm rockin
I pull up and take something, say something and you know that them Ks comin
Hit my dance on a fuck nigga
Mmmm damn Ik I disgust niggas
And Ik I cant trust niggas, she fuck with you so you knowI cant fuck wit her
I be like fuck niggas if I jump out da back den Ik ima bust niggas
I got that paper on me
He said it again?
Dats my line stop hating on me
And theses niggas be flaking on me
Don't give me no gun if dat bitch gotta safety on it
Ain't no hoe that I'm chasin homie
If dat bitch wanna fuck then she gone have to pay me homie

Written by:
Tyrone Shamburg

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