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ybs skola - murderers lyrics

[intro: ybs skola]
the streets kept askin’ for it
you dig?
park heights to the ‘ville, yg teck, what the f-ck it is?
elijah

[chorus: ybs skola & yg teck]
i get sky-high every night
keep the strap with me like a dyk-
up next died at the light
sh-t can never ever be right
lot of n-ggas fightin’ big charges
but some of ’em got bikes
i hire lawyers off and get green dots
i ain’t really flyin’ no kites
you ain’t never shared no cells
had residue on that scale
you ain’t try hard and you failed
i done been through this sh-t for real
i’m still sendin’ scripts through
i ain’t got time to send mail
i done helped n-ggas make bail
i done got n-ggas k!lled
swear i been in the trenches with the murderers
can’t be from the city and ain’t heard of us
dope crowds on the back block, it get dangerous
ybs, we the shinners, ain’t a stain on us, yeah

[verse 1: yg teck]
i really hold court in these streets
i done put n-ggas on they feet
if i call a n-gga my brother
then you know i helped n-ggas eat
i’m really young, doin’ what i want
i’ll buy a b-tch what she want (it ain’t nothin)
i’m a trap boy
f-ck it up and get it right back, this sh-t ain’t ’bout nothin’
i was down, now i’m ballin’ on n-ggas
stand on mine, i ain’t callin’ a n-gga
waited in line, now i’m shinin’ on n-ggas
n-gga press me, then i’m ironin’ a n-gga
got a b-tch down the hill and she fat as a b-tch
pullin’ up on her in traffic and sh-t
she a twin but i know that it’s her when i see her brown -ss
by the walk and a tat on her wrist
skola and teck ’bout to walk on this b-tch
like a light switch, i’m goin’ off on this b-tch
pull up, double parkin’ my sh-t
twenty pack on me light, still talkin’ my sh-t
got the heights on my back, city know who i am
i don’t give a f-ck, n-ggas know i’m the man
and i just put a thirty clip up in this forty
get furred with this b-tch and i know it won’t jam, boy

[verse 2: ybs skola]
my audemar diamonds too bright
i mix the lean with the sprite
i keep the glizzy, ain’t got time to fight
my diamonds do hit when you turn off the light
fresh off the d, dip and dab with the white
plug in la and he sent in them pounds
he gon’ straight send ’em down if i tell him the name
my n-gga from philly that sell me the lean
he just brought me some pints, so i shout out to mike
we in the trenches with them sticks, you will get murdered
from the heights up to the ‘ville, so many murderers
off of this single with teck, i’ma go cop a patek, h-ll yeah
then i’m gon’ get some baguettes, put them sh-ts right in my neck, h-ll yeah

[outro: yg teck]
you know what’s goin’ on
you heard me, say you heard me
say you see me clearly, you hear me clearly
you ain’t never seen no sh-t like this, n-gga
shine up with no excuses
that’s what i’m tryna tell you, though
worm -ss n-ggas, yeah

- ybs skola lyrics

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