ysb og – keep your head up lyrics
[intro]
ayy, og (rah)
[verse]
4’s up, out the mud, gotta keep the forty tucked
in the field we prayed up, gotta keep your head up
boy, i ain’t scared of nothin’, boy you n+ggas lookin’ dumb
how you with you lookin’ bum, you a bozo n+gga (you a bozo)
you ain’t f+cking no b+tches, you a h0m+ n+gga (you a h0m+)
you ain’t getting no money, then i can’t kick it with ya (i can’t)
sneak dissin’ on my name, then my n+ggas gonna split ya
i be skirtin’ in that whip, smokin’ og out the zip (plug!)
my b+tch better sell a [?], f+ck them motherf+ckin’ p+ss
all you n+ggas talking sh+t, y’all can eat a f+cking d+ck
i ain’t never had sh+t, so i’m goin’ 30 b+tch
now i’m going 80 b+tch, now i’m going 90 b+tch
i be skrrtin’ and i be hittin’ ’em with the motherf+ckin’ switch
and i hit a motherf+ckin’ l!ck, hit a f+ckin’ b+tch (b+tch)
pull up with the motherf+cking tricks, ayy
call me young og, kane [?] (plug!)
ayy, i shoot you in your brain n+gga (ooh, bang!)
ayy, i ain’t never been a lame n+gga
ayy, you n+ggas is some f+ckin’ stains n+gga (you some stains)
ayy, and i’m swervin’ candypaint n+gga
got your main all on my f+ckin’ thangy, n+gga (on my thangy n+gga)
ayy, and i’m rollin’ with my gangy, n+gga (with my gangy n+gga)
know how thе f+ck we mob, know how the f+ck we mob
pull up with thе squad, pull up with the gang
yeah that’s goth gang, yeah that’s sick gang
yeah that’s taliban, throwin’ 4’s up
what the f+ck you mean? 4’s in my cup
do you know what’s up, yeah i do this b+tch
and you know i really do this sh+t
shinin’ check my f+cking wrist
shinin’ check my f+cking b+tch
pull up and threw a hit, might remix a brick
you don’t know sh+t, so why you sayin’ sh+t?
you ain’t never been in no real situations
my n+ggas tote semi’s, that’s a situation
what you know about the dope gang nation? (plug!)
dope running past, know we made it sad
got it f+ckin’ bad, now it’s f+ckin’ bad
no basketball, but i made it clap
off the f+ckin’ wall, ten toes down
n+gga, you ain’t no real n+gga, you ain’t no f+ckin’ hound
my n+ggas blood hounds, i f+ck with crips too
and i f+ck with bd’s and ’em gd’s
vice lords too, real n+ggas though
and you know we get it for the low
we don’t f+ck with dirty hoes
kick them b+tches out the door
b+tches gotta go, i ain’t gon’ never go (never)
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