Search N' Destroy

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Y.N.D

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Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
Uh, yeah, now it's comin' down I get tired of that rippin' and runnin' round
How we comin'? That baby should be here now
And I'm not lettin' these niggas make it I woke up and said, f*ck the game, I'ma take it
They tellin' me lies, they despisin' the greatness
Too high, I can see through the future like Raven
Stay on the hustle, cause nothin' is cheap
Got people to feed down my family tree, that's the reason I'm grindin
Got middle fingers for the niggas that doubted
That little hoe left, saw me now then rerouted
But she gettin' realer and realer, I've been ringin' bells in my prime like a steeler
Don't want no attention, want money, get bigger
Don't show out in public, I flex in the mirror, don't need your approval
I'm ridin' with gangin' em, momma say pray for them
I'm not gon' play with em, just cause I f*ck doesn't mean that I lay with em
(Say Thats your nigga well hoe better stay with him)
My niggas don't hoop, but pull up with 2 K's with em
Heart feelin' cold, so these bitches no savin'em
Don't know what to do, less I Move like I'm raisin' em
They hate it ,We made it, no need to persuade of them, yeah
Ay, yeah
Now I see why they rock with the boy
Creepin' up put us on top for the boy
Get the gang, blow it up like it's search and destroy
Anything negative, I'ma avoid
From the state, makin' plays just like I'm Colt McCoy
Something been missin' my feelin' feel void
She a freak, told her lay your head down like I'm Lloyd
I know how feelin' they count you
She giving lemon head
She got that sour mouth
I never thought we'll make it
It's just that grind and patience
So many niggas, they hate it
Glock on my side, finna make it stop dancing like Kevin Bacon
I'm a nervous nigga, so stop shakin
For this Glock, nigga, get the earth quakin
My shooter got a tray, and he young
So that nigga like shoot
I'm Flexin so hard nigga with the little troops
When I get rich, I'ma still eat soups
I'm breakin' that bitch down, all I do is use
You got no killer, you do it for the views
Ballin' like thunder, I ain't talkin' no Zeus
Yeah, YND4L, nigga, we ain't gon' lose
I'm sick of that fake love
And I'm sick of that fake shit
And I'm sick of that snake shit
No more lettin' it go
Double cup full of that indigo
Need a light-skinned bitch like Ruby Rose
I ain't never need a nigga for a shit
All I need is that M in the bank
Doggin' this bitch, Now she callin' me Hank
In love with Benjamin's, ain't talkin' no Frank
Ayy, yeah, now I see why they rock with the boy
Creepin' up put us on top for the boy
Get the gand blow it up like its search & destroy
Anything negative, I'ma avoid
From the state, makin' plays just like Colt McCoy
Something been missin' my feelin' feel void
She a freak to her, lay your head down like I'm Lloyd
Nigga, y'all niggas yall trash
Get off your ass and go get a bag
Ran to the bag called a young nigga flash
We was broke, nigga, I had to, I had to spazz
ballin, on niggas Steve ugh, Ballin on a nigga steve nash
Nigga, y'all motherfuckin' suck
Ice on me nigga no puck goddamn god
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