TokenBlackYGOGuy, Ham Sandwich (USA), Dedboii Kez - You in Trouble lyrics
[TokenBlackYGOGuy, Ham Sandwich USA, Dedboii Kez - You in Trouble lyrics]
Yeah! (Omar on the come up! Come up! Come up)
Goin' shootin' 'til I'm hittin'
Everyone of y'all (Hol' up)
Aye, aye, aye (Aye, aye, aye, aye, yeah)
I was ridin' through my city all black, bitch
(yeah)
I was ridin' through my city all black
If it ain't about no money, nigga
I won't call back, call back, nah
(Nah) nigga, I won't call back
I was ridin' wit' the gang on some gang shit
It's the same shit (Aye)
You a lame, tryna' lane switch
We don't lane switch (We don't lane switch)
You get killed
I'm too fuckin' real, I can't fake shit (Nah)
Keep the steel machine on my
Side like I'm Zane, bitch
(Bah bah! yeah)
Dedboii in the field, I'm 'boutta'
Feed you to the flames, bitch
Eat up, all these bullets rippin' through
Yo' face shit crazy how I dual wield this
Chop' with my blade, bitch
Chopped up
Blood and guts sprayed on the pavement
Huh? Whatchu' say, bitch? It's on sight
I pull demons from the depths and
We be creepin' through the night
Yeah, my heater got me freezin' 'cause
I'm cold when I snipe
So I leave that boy blind and
Put these shots in his eyes like ugh, fuck
Touch me? I'm posted
Slide wit' that heat, hunt you down
I'm wit' Token
Thirty-five rounds to yo' dome
And they soakin'
Turn a single body to a big red ocean
(Aye, aye, aye)
I was ridin' through my city all black, bitch
(yeah)
I was ridin' through my city all black
If it ain't about no money, nigga
I won't call back, call back, nah
(Nah)
Nigga, I won't call, nah, nigga, I won't call
Nah, I can't fuck wit' y'all
That's why I'm so down wit' y'all
Yeah, goin' shootin' 'til I'm
Hittin' everyone of y'all
Yeah, hit a turkey
I ain't sparin' anyone of y'all
Yeah, when the gang is on yo' ass
Then you in trouble
I was in a airport, wit' the double mag'
Gettin' to the money 'cause I
Know we finna' double that
Every time I hit the blunt
It pass in my troubled past
Yeah, but when the gang is on yo' ass
Then you in trouble
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yes, sir)
You in trouble, you was cappin'
You was Bubble Bass (yeah)
Bubble if I need to scope a nigga
I keep one attached (Yes, sir)
Drident if I need to pop a nigga
I keep one attached (Brrah)
Muzzle flash, under pressure
He can't even struggle back
Lumberjack, chopper on my side
Keep a hundred racks
Boy, it doesn't matter where you see
Me if you under that (What? Facts, yeah)
Feelin' like I'm Subaru 'cause I
Can always run it back (Yes, sir)
Feelin' like I'm Subaru 'cause I
Can always run it back (Yes, sir)
Yeah, you was-
I was ridin' through my city all black, bitch
(yeah)
I was ridin' through my city all black
If it ain't about no money, nigga
I won't call back, call back, nah
(Nah)
Nigga, I won't call, nah, nigga, I won't call
(Call, call, call, call)
Aye yeah, goin' shootin' 'til I'm
Hittin' everyone of y'all iG Live 2
Bitch yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!
(yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Goin' shootin' 'til I'm hittin'
Everyone of y'all (Hol' up)
Aye, aye, aye (Aye, aye, aye, aye, yeah)
I was ridin' through my city all black, bitch
(yeah)
I was ridin' through my city all black
If it ain't about no money, nigga
I won't call back, call back, nah
(Nah) nigga, I won't call back
I was ridin' wit' the gang on some gang shit
It's the same shit (Aye)
You a lame, tryna' lane switch
We don't lane switch (We don't lane switch)
You get killed
I'm too fuckin' real, I can't fake shit (Nah)
Keep the steel machine on my
Side like I'm Zane, bitch
(Bah bah! yeah)
Dedboii in the field, I'm 'boutta'
Feed you to the flames, bitch
Eat up, all these bullets rippin' through
Yo' face shit crazy how I dual wield this
Chop' with my blade, bitch
Chopped up
Blood and guts sprayed on the pavement
Huh? Whatchu' say, bitch? It's on sight
I pull demons from the depths and
We be creepin' through the night
Yeah, my heater got me freezin' 'cause
I'm cold when I snipe
So I leave that boy blind and
Put these shots in his eyes like ugh, fuck
Touch me? I'm posted
Slide wit' that heat, hunt you down
I'm wit' Token
Thirty-five rounds to yo' dome
And they soakin'
Turn a single body to a big red ocean
(Aye, aye, aye)
I was ridin' through my city all black, bitch
(yeah)
I was ridin' through my city all black
If it ain't about no money, nigga
I won't call back, call back, nah
(Nah)
Nigga, I won't call, nah, nigga, I won't call
Nah, I can't fuck wit' y'all
That's why I'm so down wit' y'all
Yeah, goin' shootin' 'til I'm
Hittin' everyone of y'all
Yeah, hit a turkey
I ain't sparin' anyone of y'all
Yeah, when the gang is on yo' ass
Then you in trouble
I was in a airport, wit' the double mag'
Gettin' to the money 'cause I
Know we finna' double that
Every time I hit the blunt
It pass in my troubled past
Yeah, but when the gang is on yo' ass
Then you in trouble
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yes, sir)
You in trouble, you was cappin'
You was Bubble Bass (yeah)
Bubble if I need to scope a nigga
I keep one attached (Yes, sir)
Drident if I need to pop a nigga
I keep one attached (Brrah)
Muzzle flash, under pressure
He can't even struggle back
Lumberjack, chopper on my side
Keep a hundred racks
Boy, it doesn't matter where you see
Me if you under that (What? Facts, yeah)
Feelin' like I'm Subaru 'cause I
Can always run it back (Yes, sir)
Feelin' like I'm Subaru 'cause I
Can always run it back (Yes, sir)
Yeah, you was-
I was ridin' through my city all black, bitch
(yeah)
I was ridin' through my city all black
If it ain't about no money, nigga
I won't call back, call back, nah
(Nah)
Nigga, I won't call, nah, nigga, I won't call
(Call, call, call, call)
Aye yeah, goin' shootin' 'til I'm
Hittin' everyone of y'all iG Live 2
Bitch yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!
(yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah)