P Yungin - Sober lyrics
[P Yungin - Sober lyrics]
Walk down, we don't do no drive-by’s
Hop out with that 30 stick
Put that bitch between his eyes
When you go up on this mission
You better not damn change your mind
Yungin got that bracelet on his leg
But steady saying he gon' die
Judgement day come up
Now your stupid pussy ass gon' cry
30 rocks up in his pockets
The police catching me lying
Cocking back, I’m blowing out far
Choppas clapping it ain't no choir
I'm sober than a bitch
But this glizzy is with me now
I'ma punisher i'ma do that lil' boy dirty
Say momma I could fly
So please don't be worried
He tryna earn that green flag
The bitch gotta commit a murder
My cousin slung lines
While I'm getting full of that purple
Make them come spin up on your block
That’s if you speak up on my circle
This ain’t no action, I gеt
Active, my young niggas, they'll hurt you
Might as well commit suicidе ’cause you
Stay here hiding behind the curtain
Niggas know where you at when you ride
We be the ones not showing no mercy
Told that pussy boy
"Stop all that lyin' in yo' verses"
Them same songs gon' be the songs
The playing when y’all in hearses
Shit, I'ma teach you, raise your
Hand when you wanna talk
Don't ever reverse it
Niggas be hiding on their three eyes to
Catch them boys I ain't even swerving
Drill something
You ain't never killed nothing
Bitch, I'm 'bout that action like
That chop gon' peel something
Stay talkin' on that phone, I catch you
I'ma drill yo' ass
No, you don't want no smoke with Yungin
He gon' kill yo' ass
I catch a opp down bad
Pull out my Draco fast
160 on the dash, this scat pack moving fast
Lay in your dirt, if you ever heard of me
I ain't the last
Pray you get murked and I got
This fucking choppa in my hand
Walk down, we don't do no drive-by's
Hop out with that 30 stick
Put that bitch between his eyes
When you go up on this mission
You better not damn change your mind
Yungin got that bracelet on his leg
But steady saying he gon' die
Judgement day come up
Now your stupid pussy ass gon' cry
30 rocks up in his pockets
The police catching me lying
Cocking back, I'm blowing out far
Choppas clapping it ain't no choir
I'm sober than a bitch
But this glizzy is with me now
Hop out with that 30 stick
Put that bitch between his eyes
When you go up on this mission
You better not damn change your mind
Yungin got that bracelet on his leg
But steady saying he gon' die
Judgement day come up
Now your stupid pussy ass gon' cry
30 rocks up in his pockets
The police catching me lying
Cocking back, I’m blowing out far
Choppas clapping it ain't no choir
I'm sober than a bitch
But this glizzy is with me now
I'ma punisher i'ma do that lil' boy dirty
Say momma I could fly
So please don't be worried
He tryna earn that green flag
The bitch gotta commit a murder
My cousin slung lines
While I'm getting full of that purple
Make them come spin up on your block
That’s if you speak up on my circle
This ain’t no action, I gеt
Active, my young niggas, they'll hurt you
Might as well commit suicidе ’cause you
Stay here hiding behind the curtain
Niggas know where you at when you ride
We be the ones not showing no mercy
Told that pussy boy
"Stop all that lyin' in yo' verses"
Them same songs gon' be the songs
The playing when y’all in hearses
Shit, I'ma teach you, raise your
Hand when you wanna talk
Don't ever reverse it
Niggas be hiding on their three eyes to
Catch them boys I ain't even swerving
Drill something
You ain't never killed nothing
Bitch, I'm 'bout that action like
That chop gon' peel something
Stay talkin' on that phone, I catch you
I'ma drill yo' ass
No, you don't want no smoke with Yungin
He gon' kill yo' ass
I catch a opp down bad
Pull out my Draco fast
160 on the dash, this scat pack moving fast
Lay in your dirt, if you ever heard of me
I ain't the last
Pray you get murked and I got
This fucking choppa in my hand
Walk down, we don't do no drive-by's
Hop out with that 30 stick
Put that bitch between his eyes
When you go up on this mission
You better not damn change your mind
Yungin got that bracelet on his leg
But steady saying he gon' die
Judgement day come up
Now your stupid pussy ass gon' cry
30 rocks up in his pockets
The police catching me lying
Cocking back, I'm blowing out far
Choppas clapping it ain't no choir
I'm sober than a bitch
But this glizzy is with me now