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Ayy, roll up that, roll up that
Ayy, we really be on all that gang shit
Roll up that 23, that 23
I don't really fuck with all that
I don't really fuck with too many niggas
Ayy, nah, you know
This a Y&R party, you cannot get in
Cucked my mans, then we shot his mans
How you think ol' boy end up in shams?
Popped him like a Xan, now he can't stand
Dracos and 30s what we tote
Niggas always tweakin', tell 'em check the score
And I heard you know who shot your bro
You ain't tryna slide, so why the fuck you got a pole?
'Cause if you really slidin', why nobody end up dead yet?
Send some fuckin' shots at your headrest
Put a nigga ass on bed rest
Fuck your dead dog and y'all set
This a 23 party, you cannot get in
If you fuck with him, we smokin' on your friend
And all my youngins ganged up, we close like bowling pins
Countin' all these bands, that 30 in my pants, man
Fuckin' with my niggas, you gon' die today
Call up Krazy K and he gon' eat your face
Run into the cops and we gon' do the race
He be with Lil BJ, they gon' beat the case, uh, uh
Ain't no one-on-ones, we gon' do it to you
Call my nigga Bree and he gon' give it to you
Smokin' on that opp and we be hella booted
30 Like a cock and I'ma give it to her
This a Y&R party, you cannot get in
Cucked my mans, then we shot his mans
How you think ol' boy end up in shams?
Popped him like a Xan, now he can't stand
Dracos and 30s what we tote
Niggas always tweakin', tell 'em check the score
And I heard you know who shot your bro
You ain't tryna slide, so why the fuck you got a pole?
'Cause if you really slidin', why nobody end up dead yet?
Send some fuckin' shots at your headrest
Put a nigga ass on bed rest
Fuck your dead dog and y'all set
I'll slap one of you pussy ass niggas
You know you ain't 'bout it, boy, you not a killer
Never heard about you, just see you in they pictures
Sayin' that you gang, never been official
He was tryna make it out the car, but he ain't get too far
Caught him, la-da-da-da-da, yeah
Now my niggas got him in that 'gar
Backwoods and Swishers, all type of cigars
Whole lot of smoke in the air
We spinnin' them blocks, not nan' ass spare
Say it's up, then nigga, then it's there
The way my niggas did him, they say it wasn't fair (La-da-da-da-da)
This a Y&R party, you cannot get in
Cucked my mans, then we shot his mans
How you think ol' boy end up in shams?
Popped him like a Xan, now he can't stand
Dracos and 30s what we tote
Niggas always tweakin', tell 'em check the score
And I heard you know who shot your bro
You ain't tryna slide, so why the fuck you got a pole?
'Cause if you really slidin', why nobody end up dead yet?
Send some fuckin' shots at your headrest
Put a nigga ass on bed rest
Fuck your dead dog and y'all set