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YBS Skola - Back n the G lyrics

Artist: YBS Skola

album: Dirty Soda


I ain't doin' this shit, fuck man, we been doin' this shit
Back in the day, I used to put the candy in my dirty soda
I can tell you Cap tryin' to say its that just cause it got a odor
They had no rap, when I was fucked up, they checkin' now I'm holding, whoa
Bet not touch that shit without gloves on, you'll get high, boy, I ain't joking
I'm bout' to flood the streets with this hot shit, niggas dead tryna link
I got a yellow bone with some good guts like nal color pink
I'm gettin' hella racks like Roddy Rackzz, my dog eat steak
I ain't got a break a sweat, still comin' in, that's how I gain weight
Zapping' running-up digits, stackin' them blues, they tall as a midget
Damn, they had my kitty with me on the road, I'm comin' to get it
Damn, I wish my nigga would've picked a different jury
I answer for him every day to keep him good in spirits
Soon, I'm gon' be on tour doin' shows, sold out
I'm be on tour, I'm talking bringing all the guys the Shiners
His membership is gone, it's over for em', his gas ran out
You already know who you is your bitch ass
Blew a lot of money, lost some trill, but some of them good for nothing
Wing be takin' hella long sometimes, I think he use the oven
I ain't been puttin' up with bangers out since I dropped Getting Money
My chain flooded, my cup muddy, my hood love me, my weed buddy
Showed his hand, so I fell back, I had to cut him off, I don't need buddy
These niggas ain't have money, bet you Pablo a nigga whole kitty
I could still get a mil, couldn't get ate up from my old bitch
Took her to the mall, you can get it all, cut it up like I'm P Diddy
I was in NY in and out of stores, know I had the nigga Vee with me
Every time that I'm up top, it's this protocol that I hit Supe
Rappin' out boys, gettin' hot shit, takin' off like I'm missile
That's a real one, I'm not cap, I'm not tryna convince you
Back in the day, I used to put the candy in my dirty soda
I can tell you Cap tryin' to say its that just cause it got a odor
They had no rap, when I was fucked up, they checkin' now I'm holding, whoa
Bet not touch that shit without gloves on, you'll get high, boy, I ain't joking
I'm bout' to flood the streets with this hot shit, niggas dead tryna link
I got a yellow bone with some good guts like nal color pink
I'm gettin' hella racks like Roddy Rackzz, my dog eat steak
I ain't got a break a sweat, still comin' in, that's how I gain weight

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