Ygb Anthem song by YGB Hakim from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Ygb Anthem Meaning
| [[Intro] (I mean shit, we already know about you Hakim but we don’t know about the rest of the YGB) (Shit, introduce them if you don’t mind) (Huegh) Shit I got you fam (On god) Aye (On god) Yhea (On god) Aye [Verse 1] I keep a rack like im in tennis (On god) My niggas a mence, just lied to they dentist (On god) They say im fast so im killing these tracks, yhea I murdered the beat nd’ I ain’t even finished Imma young nigga, came straight out the East, but I stay to myself I ain’t built like you bitches I can’t be stuntin’ on bumby ass niggas cuz yall gon’ be talkin’ and wantin’ attention My nigga smoke dope, that’ll smoke no pole, and this choppa, AK make uh young nigga flow My name is hakim and I tote fo’-fo’s We are YGB and we come at ya door Corry got sticks nd’ Moo got big fat gas, where he at? He gon’ shoot at yo back nd’ people take flight onna nigga plus (?) keep rats (?) My niggas stay to they selves, nd’ you fuck with tray then we might as well send you to hell Yhea he got saved by the bell, now he in the principal’s office he better not tell Freshman year, yhea had to move schools, so nigga got active and tote them tools Eighteen years, started hoppin’ in cars, now I stay to myself becuz they never do Droppin’ around in the class, I know I won’t pass but so what? I got off my ass Niggas was talkin’ bout shootin’ up shit , I was savin’ up money they livin’ too fast If I was a felon with sticks in the trunk and the cops get behind me im doin’ the dash Niggas, were poppin’ at shit, nd’ now he seen be he scrachin’ his head juss’ like he gotta rash Now that uh nigga hit ten K niggas, been fate Im just waitin’ on the hit day, ugh I’ll cut uh nigga like a sensei, don’t get hurt, better listen to whutcho bitch say ugh We can’t be stuntin on her because all of my niggas at YGB been tryin’ to get rich We can’t be countin’ on nobody else, cuz we both got each other no stress for uh bitch You gave that hoe uh ring and tell him (?) valentine you simp I use to be a simp, but I grew older, I turnt to a pimp This man think he slick, he fuckin’ bitches bigger then uh blimb, but I be fuckin’ bitches that be badder then kylie and kim? My homies be dunkin’, but yo homies only touch the rim My homies go strong when we get asked, but yo turn into whimps Parked up in the seen nd’ they left blood but all my niggas crip Rappin’ took me far, but don’t play wit me he not one of them Boyfriend like to snich alot (On god) Really I then did alot (On god) Yhea we really call yo girlfriend “thoughtless whore” nd’ she suck dick alot (On god) Plus she really choose to let her go cuz she just pick alot (On god) Yhea im gettin’ money, I don’t care if I was rich or not (On god) Workin’ all night, door dash out the hustle I was in my bag, now im comin’ out the duffle (Oh god) Uh nigga want to talk hit his mom with the boom boom bang Yhea that hoe got it real like ruffle (I knew it) Punchin’ all day I then hurt my knuckles (On god) Stay strapped up like uh seatbelt buckle (On god) No damn way, I wanna fuck not cuddle (On god) If we not shootin’, im a fighter not uh lover? , [Interlude] (Oh shit, thats the end of the beat?) (Nah fuck that, run that shit back bruh, I got some mo’ to say) [Verse 2] Tray got the way with the bitchs, but I ain’t gon’ speak on the shit cuz he fucked on yo hoe [?] be stayin’ on murder gang, shit if you try one of us we gon’ kick in yo door Moo juss’ gon fight with his stick, bet that he keep him a stick everywhere that he go [?] be beatin’ the shit out of niggas, no stoppin’ the fightin’ till you hit the floo’ Melve keep a stick nd’ he drivin’ the whip, case uh nigga caught slippin’ nd’ I know he ain’t gon go Malik in the house, but he keep him a knife, yhea he takin’ yo life if you think he uh hoe Same niggas always be talkin’ bout me be dressin’ like bumbs and they gettin’ no dough Now I gotta strap, don’t think shit sweet, i’ll shoot every nigga who be hatin’ in the row [Outro] (Yes indeed) (Yes indeed, ok) (Alright) (I’m- Im fuckin’ with the YGB crew bruh, I ain’t even gon’ cap) (Ok)] |
