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YSN TM - Mike and Scottie (feat. ZayFrm44th) Lyrics



YSN TM - Mike and Scottie (feat. ZayFrm44th) Lyrics
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Feel like Mike, cause I do the shit I like to do
Y'all that rappin, we ain't playin, you ain't bulletproof
I'm out that bitch, we swingin' around, I'm dumpin' through the roof
You need some G's, okay, bet I'm comin' in the coupe
F*ck, you ain't on that shit for real, man, you ain't tryna hoop
Can't let no nigga play me, pussy, but I'm known to shoot
Believe a nigga real sick, man, he need some soup
Gang clap, left to right, all the opps ain't pullin' through
We in the mood, we in Zoom
You see us walkin' in the function, better make some room
In the stack, goin' fast, but this bitch go zoom
Better hug his ass tight, cause he gon' leave you soon
We step on anybody, give a f*ck about a threat
Jump out, gang, I'm all black, I'm tryna hit you in your chest
Boy, these niggas know I'm next
That shit right out your hand if you really tryna flex
We ain't never duck no wrist
I'm in the game, won't break a sweat
Put Toe Feet up in that water, nigga, get your shit wet
We get this right, ain't no plan, we gon' send his ass west
We get this right, ain't no plan, we gon' send his ass west
Legal stress, make a mess
DJ Kali, boy, you know we do it the best
Nigga wear a vest, we don't shoot below the neck
Switchy on this bitch, I'm tryna dump the all of it
Every time I die, I got a DMV, my phone
Bitch, please, could've f*cked you and your friend if I wasn't thrown
I'm all lean, make a bitch on 33's and she bummed
Man, the opps don't be on shit, we make them bleed like some Harlem Run
That's how we clear the crowd
Don't try to run, lil' boy, come here, we feel I'm running down
We f*ck deep in the strike, we got way more than just a hundred rounds
You my bitch, so when I'm jammed, you better hold me down
You see that 30 hanging, bitch, don't get the gripping on my pants
Leave the pistol in the party, make them niggas stop to dance
I know they want me dead, won't give that goofy ass another chance
I don't blame them, me and gang, they blew that damn house down
We can't forget that motto, that's what we on
Don't come outside, step by some ass, we send them niggas home
Nigga, we can't stop this shit, cause Birdie left the bitch in song
The police on my dick, I gotta chill, we're making song
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Feel like Mike, cause I do the shit I like to do
Y'all that rappin, we ain't playin, you ain't bulletproof
I'm out that bitch, we swingin' around, I'm dumpin' through the roof
You need some G's, okay, bet I'm comin' in the coupe
F*ck, you ain't on that shit for real, man, you ain't tryna hoop
Can't let no nigga play me, pussy, but I'm known to shoot
Believe a nigga real sick, man, he need some soup
Gang clap, left to right, all the opps ain't pullin' through
We in the mood, we in Zoom
You see us walkin' in the function, better make some room
In the stack, goin' fast, but this bitch go zoom
Better hug his ass tight, cause he gon' leave you soon
We step on anybody, give a f*ck about a threat
Jump out, gang, I'm all black, I'm tryna hit you in your chest
Boy, these niggas know I'm next
That shit right out your hand if you really tryna flex
We ain't never duck no wrist
I'm in the game, won't break a sweat
Put Toe Feet up in that water, nigga, get your shit wet
We get this right, ain't no plan, we gon' send his ass west
We get this right, ain't no plan, we gon' send his ass west
Legal stress, make a mess
DJ Kali, boy, you know we do it the best
Nigga wear a vest, we don't shoot below the neck
Switchy on this bitch, I'm tryna dump the all of it
Every time I die, I got a DMV, my phone
Bitch, please, could've f*cked you and your friend if I wasn't thrown
I'm all lean, make a bitch on 33's and she bummed
Man, the opps don't be on shit, we make them bleed like some Harlem Run
That's how we clear the crowd
Don't try to run, lil' boy, come here, we feel I'm running down
We f*ck deep in the strike, we got way more than just a hundred rounds
You my bitch, so when I'm jammed, you better hold me down
You see that 30 hanging, bitch, don't get the gripping on my pants
Leave the pistol in the party, make them niggas stop to dance
I know they want me dead, won't give that goofy ass another chance
I don't blame them, me and gang, they blew that damn house down
We can't forget that motto, that's what we on
Don't come outside, step by some ass, we send them niggas home
Nigga, we can't stop this shit, cause Birdie left the bitch in song
The police on my dick, I gotta chill, we're making song
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Writer: T M
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Language: English
Length: 2:32
Written by: T M
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