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YGA Isaac

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Ashes to ashes dust to dust
Only in my choppa I trust
Straight up out the suburbs put that heat on whoever
He play he lay up in that grave we sent him straight to the devil
I ain't missin never trippin got that rich boy swagger
He run his mouth we send him south already know who we after

Ridin fast, Hellcat, Demon
Bad bitch, ratchet, she just want eat semen
Played with the wrong man we left him bleedin
Don't do no fightin holes in his body they was leakin

I tell him blow the K
He just want attention on his birthday we gon celebrate
Light him up then blow him out like candles on his birthday cake
Said who got banged
Hella bank
Got more ice than Chris Letang
Bullets like a mosh pit when that drum rock they gon go insane
Diamond chain, Murder Gang
He was talking for the fame
Now that boy ain't got no brain
She just like my humor she don't f*ck with me
Can't let it go you know it's up so now it's stuck with me
Taliban
Send a diss and now we snappin back just like a rubber band
Left him in the dumpster now his body right beside his mans
Spun the block, now its hot, get an artificial tan
In a jam, Draco kick like Jackie Chan
Tell me where we stand
Got no soul like Tin Man
Heart colder than Finland
I'm angry keep inside I'm gon explode just like a soda can
Heater in my pants, never ran
When the day come we send his body up like Peter Pan
Got that 30 on me talkin right now (right now)
I ain't got no hope, up the scope
Aim between his eyebrows
They say YGA how you so fly now
Hoodie on, barely speak like a murder man from Chi-Town

Brand new suppressor on the Glock ay ay ay (ay)
I'm in the cut like an ointment
Murder doctor he gon need an appointment
He need an IV like poison
Cause when that choppa sting we gon exploit him
I'm hearin voices
Whole gang when we pull up you know its gon be in them Royces
I'm having choices
You get extorted, then we gon floor it
We skirting off in them Porsches
Don't wanna force it, car having horses
Kickin with Knick like New Yorkers
Walking with that steel it hold like 38 (38)
Talking shit, let me spit
Tryna boost that murder rate
Draco with me throwing 4s
I ain't got time for none these hoes
Packin up and kickin doors
Catch em by that corner store
I won't make a statement
Nothing that we do is basic
Blood on the pavement
He do the drill he get payment
Forever this way ain't no changing

Okay who want smoke
I got lots of pressure we be blowing dope
Coast to coast
Blue bands in my pockets like I'm banging Loc
I'm gon tote
It's gon be that choppa or that llama wave like adios
I'll be in that Tahoe like I'm Pablo
The way this Draco blow
I got a Tec (huh)
I want drama know this AR never shoot below the neck
I'm perplexed (huh)
Reaching in my pocket I got hella checks
Boarding jets and morning sex
I got hella flex
Ain't no other way this shit is gonna go
No mistakes, calibrate, youngin let that choppa blow
You ain't gon catch me trippin over dirty hoes
I got big extensions not to mention
I don't do no jokes
Is you gon slide on me
Or am I gon slide on you
In the end nobody slide cause he won't make no moves (pussy)
Pussy ass bitch (Goofy) he gon end up on the news
Tell the feds to lock me up go put me in a fucking zoo
He won't catch me lacking TTG I'm talking after school
YGA they know my name I'm known for breaking all the rules

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