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ybs skola - wink lyrics

[intro]
protege beats
bad-ss productions

[chorus: ybs skola]
the wintertime comin’, i need me a mink
where i come from, they just shoot, they don’t think
i left two hundred sittin’ right in the bank
i spend a thou’ in a week on the drank
he look at me crazy, tryna pick up his girl
when i gave her a hug, man, they actually faint
i send my shooters out there in the crowd
they gon’ put in the drill if i give ’em the wink
the wintertime comin’, i need me a mink
where i come from, they just shoot, they don’t think
i left two hundred sittin’ right in the bank
i spend a thou’ in a week on the drank
he look at me crazy, tryna pick up his girl
when i gave her a hug, man, they actually faint
i send my shooters out there in the crowd
they gon’ put in the drill if i give ’em the wink

[verse 1: ybs skola]
i hit the booth, let it flow off the brain
n-ggas be mad ’cause i’m doin’ my thing
hop out a coupe and then hop in a range
‘fore i step out, gotta put on my chains
i got some’ and spent it on jewelry
all of these diamonds ain’t chokin’ me
n-ggas be mad when i’m poppin’ my sh-t
they already know they ain’t cold as me
i whip my sh-t and i’m stayin’ on they -ss
committed crimes like i did cash
talk through this sh-t like a teacher in cl-ss
teachin’ these n-ggas, they clearer than gl-ss
all of my accessories came from raf
won’t get in one, they just stay on your task
plot out your move and plan your goals
i ran it up off of dimes and o’s
but i can’t wait ’til i’m back on the road
tom go, you know that i gotta go
’cause they asked me to tell on my woe
said if i do, they’ll straight let me go
before i do that, i’ll take it to trial
let’s put on the glove, you already know
don’t cut me no deal, don’t make me no offer
sh-t come with the game, i already know

[verse 2: young moose]
n-ggas want beef, i’m sendin’ my dummy
i ain’t even gotta give him on money
i got some n-ggas who locked in the prison
i’m sendin’ ’em pictures and sendin’ ’em money
they on my side like michael and sonny
you can die if you look at me funny
think it’s a game, jump out of your lane
i’m gettin’ you wrapped just like a mummy
i hit your b-tch, she callin’ me honey
i remember when she said i was bummy
i whipped it out, put it right in her face
she said it was great, i’m callin’ her yummy
i hit and miss, you ain’t my b-tch
so why you keep tellin’ people you dumped me?
leave me alone, stop callin’ my phone
why you keep tellin’ people you want me?
i’m really focused, i need me a trophy
tryna have money like skunky and ogie
locked in the pen, ain’t n0body know me
you say you love me but you never wrote me
n-ggas goin’ around sayin’ they gon’ blow me
you know he bluffin’, that n-gga just owe me
you say you ’bout it, then why you ain’t show me?
shoot him in his head, take off his rollie
hit him again, send ’em when they blink
turn this sh-t down, i can’t even think
like the t-tanic, they want me to sink
down bad, i might run in the bank
you try to do me, you know that you can’t
you wan’ get marked up, i got some ink
i’m out the long way, my gun gervonta
’cause that b-tch really hit like a tank

- ybs skola lyrics

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