P Yungin, Never Broke Again, NBA Big B - I Go lyrics
[P Yungin, Never Broke Again, NBA Big B - I Go lyrics]
My mind so fucked up
I been really on some evil shit
Catch that nigga make sure you stretch him
(I guess they don't want me
Lite that dead guy up)
Make sure that you split him
Make that you- yeah
I go by PY, you play wit' me you gon' die
Zip that pussy li' bitch up
And send that nigga hidin' we got bodies
You gon' die if you try to take mine
I told that pussy close his mouth
He had to pay that fine
Don't do no tweetin
They walk down and they
Step wit' them heaters
Dropped out of school and I got rich
And I say fuck my teachers
Make sure you catch that other boy
For speakin' on my people
Lеave his momma wit' a t-shirt
I'm the devil not thе reaper
I'm like yeah yeah
I'ma catch 'em split that li' bitch brain
Bitch my heart be full of pain
Catch 'em in that Plaque
That's a fasho stain
When we catch that bitch he
Gon' lose his rank
I was fifteen runnin' from the
Law wit my gang
Stupid li' boy died for that fame
Groupie li' bitch she just want a name
Pull up wit' them hittas
Send that lil bitch to the reaper
They know I like blood
So when I see it bitch I'm turnin' evil
Fucked up from rollin' up your damn partner
He got hit wit' that nina
Ain't no helicopters bitch
This choppa flyin' through your people
Haha, bitch you gon' fuck wit sum'?
You know what's happenin' wit' me
Pussy ass nigga, I'm tryna fuck wit sum'
I go by PY, you play wit' me you gon' die
Zip that pussy li' bitch up
And send that nigga hidin' we got bodies
You gon' die if you try to take mine
I told that pussy close his mouth
He had to pay that fine
Don't do no tweetin
They walk down and they
Step wit' them heaters
Dropped out of school and I got rich
And I say fuck my teachers
Make sure you catch that other boy
For speakin' on my people
Leave his momma wit' a t-shirt
I'm the devil not the reaper
I, said fuck the other side
He hung wit' 'em and he died
Caught 'em slippin', bust two up
But all them bitches shoulda died
Murder business, stand on everything I said
I ain't gon' lie
I hit Geronimo wit' Junior
He out that window slangin' fire
Nigga shot me
Since I shook back all I know is murder now
For some reason I want all them niggas dead
I don't know why
Ten and Ques up in the stolo
All they want to do is slide
They tryna see who get the most
Bodies before they go inside
Who ain't ridin' you a
Lie, that's my youngin', yea PY
Play wit' that and it's black ties
And we gon' make some mommas cry
I'm tryna see who next to buy
While I sit back and I get high
Haha, dig 'em up
I go by PY, you play wit' me you gon' die
Zip that pussy li' bitch up
And send that nigga hidin' we got bodies
You gon' die if you try to take mine
I told that pussy close his mouth
He had to pay that fine
Don't do no tweetin
They walk down and they
Step wit' them heaters
Dropped out of school and I got rich
And I say fuck my teachers
Make sure you catch that other boy
For speakin' on my people
Leave his momma wit' a t-shirt
I'm the devil not the reaper
Pull up with them heaters
Send that lil bitch to the reaper
They know I like blood so when I see you
Bitch I'm turning evil
Fucked up from rolling up yo damn partner
He got hit with that nina
Ain't no helicopter
Bitch the chopper sliding through yo people
I been really on some evil shit
Catch that nigga make sure you stretch him
(I guess they don't want me
Lite that dead guy up)
Make sure that you split him
Make that you- yeah
I go by PY, you play wit' me you gon' die
Zip that pussy li' bitch up
And send that nigga hidin' we got bodies
You gon' die if you try to take mine
I told that pussy close his mouth
He had to pay that fine
Don't do no tweetin
They walk down and they
Step wit' them heaters
Dropped out of school and I got rich
And I say fuck my teachers
Make sure you catch that other boy
For speakin' on my people
Lеave his momma wit' a t-shirt
I'm the devil not thе reaper
I'm like yeah yeah
I'ma catch 'em split that li' bitch brain
Bitch my heart be full of pain
Catch 'em in that Plaque
That's a fasho stain
When we catch that bitch he
Gon' lose his rank
I was fifteen runnin' from the
Law wit my gang
Stupid li' boy died for that fame
Groupie li' bitch she just want a name
Pull up wit' them hittas
Send that lil bitch to the reaper
They know I like blood
So when I see it bitch I'm turnin' evil
Fucked up from rollin' up your damn partner
He got hit wit' that nina
Ain't no helicopters bitch
This choppa flyin' through your people
Haha, bitch you gon' fuck wit sum'?
You know what's happenin' wit' me
Pussy ass nigga, I'm tryna fuck wit sum'
I go by PY, you play wit' me you gon' die
Zip that pussy li' bitch up
And send that nigga hidin' we got bodies
You gon' die if you try to take mine
I told that pussy close his mouth
He had to pay that fine
Don't do no tweetin
They walk down and they
Step wit' them heaters
Dropped out of school and I got rich
And I say fuck my teachers
Make sure you catch that other boy
For speakin' on my people
Leave his momma wit' a t-shirt
I'm the devil not the reaper
I, said fuck the other side
He hung wit' 'em and he died
Caught 'em slippin', bust two up
But all them bitches shoulda died
Murder business, stand on everything I said
I ain't gon' lie
I hit Geronimo wit' Junior
He out that window slangin' fire
Nigga shot me
Since I shook back all I know is murder now
For some reason I want all them niggas dead
I don't know why
Ten and Ques up in the stolo
All they want to do is slide
They tryna see who get the most
Bodies before they go inside
Who ain't ridin' you a
Lie, that's my youngin', yea PY
Play wit' that and it's black ties
And we gon' make some mommas cry
I'm tryna see who next to buy
While I sit back and I get high
Haha, dig 'em up
I go by PY, you play wit' me you gon' die
Zip that pussy li' bitch up
And send that nigga hidin' we got bodies
You gon' die if you try to take mine
I told that pussy close his mouth
He had to pay that fine
Don't do no tweetin
They walk down and they
Step wit' them heaters
Dropped out of school and I got rich
And I say fuck my teachers
Make sure you catch that other boy
For speakin' on my people
Leave his momma wit' a t-shirt
I'm the devil not the reaper
Pull up with them heaters
Send that lil bitch to the reaper
They know I like blood so when I see you
Bitch I'm turning evil
Fucked up from rolling up yo damn partner
He got hit with that nina
Ain't no helicopter
Bitch the chopper sliding through yo people