Ypc - desperation Lyrics

Six fig back in this bitch, you ain't never wanna brag bout' a bitch
Bro two kel-tecs deep back in the whip, give a f*ck bout' a hoe i'm redacting the bitch like
What you know about the stacks in this bitch, I been running that bitch through the stacks and the fifth
So its f*ck a two man I'm redacting the bitch like YPC, you been back on your shit, huh
Swerve bitch better stay in your lane, ho, never ever gave a f*ck bout' a lame hoe, two more bands in the back of the state, ho

Imma Fish on a bitch, I ain't talking the bait though, Ruth Chris on the steak on the plate though, jacking off shit, way I master debate hoes
Cooked like a motherf*cker, talking the bake though, Crush on a bitch like a motherf*cking play-doh
Forty on me with a bag, huh, I do not f*ck with them tags, uh, look at that price and I dip, huh, she do not f*ck with them hats
Gucci she run in the bags, after that, we hit Louis and sacks, forty on talking that mags, uh, I do not hit, I do crash

Yeah, and I'm off that, little Adderall, bitch, I'm on pop that, rocket my pocket, this bitch finna offset
Stop shooting shit, you the one who done cocked it, Syrup shit and I'm leaning narcotics, f*ck bout that body, this bitch, she been plotting
Bitch ain't be f*cking me, she for the posse, got thirty in my bands when I hit that deposit
Truly, I ain't on shit, though, make gas and smoke, and I'm sick, though, I got bank, I'm hitting on rentals

Bitch want dick, I told her, come get those, little bitch in the past, I don't f*ck with her, smoke bongs, I'm a motherf*cking runtz winner
Bitch bad, so I tell that bitch to come get her, crash on the bitch with a motherf*cking four runner