Pac Shakur by YFC MOB Lyrics
[Chorus]
Round my city niggas might get killed
Yea y’all talk tough on internet, in person you get spilled
And this beef shit you want, my niggas rotten like some milk
I got Yves Saint Laurent on my necklace and my belt
[Verse 1: YungRoze]
Call the shots like two time, all I wanna do is ball
Step around in yeezys, I just bought out the whole mall
Find another deuce and I go flip it like some cards
Change the way my city run it feel like pac shaker
Change the way my city run it feel like pac shaker
VVS on my neck and wrist be dripping like a scar
Coming off the streets young nigga I be hot as tar
Boy go learn your math yea, I heard it go far
Pouring ‘methazine, mixing up sipping tall
Nigga what you lying for, you know you a bitch
Hit up zinfandels, young nigga flood my wrist
I got lots of bitches what makes you think I’m gone switch
I got lots of bitches what makes you think I’m gone switch
[Verse 2: yfcThaddeus]
Pull up to the block finna make my niggas rich
Focused on the bag give a fuck about a bitch
Coming at you with the Draco finna make you niggas sit
Having all this guap makes a nigga talk like this
Shorty hit my line and she wanted me to tap
Niggas switching up Slim Jesus they cap
Bitch what you mean hoe you not worth the fap
Nigga talking loud told my niggas get the strap
I don’t fuck with y’all niggas y’all niggas get no dap
Seen yo bitch in public now a nigga finna clap
Acted tough on Instagram tonight he gon be sap
Damn yall niggas musty, oh yeah y'all be smoking on blacks
Seen a bitch I wanted and I took her to my lair
Nigga just to icy folk this shit just not fair
[Verse 3: Lamar]
I’m just gone tell you niggas how the fuck I feel
Trust all my niggas cause I know they keep it real
I’m finna cop that bag, I’m finna cop some grills
Niggas say they rapping but they Ain’t got no skill
Pull up with my niggas and these bitches getting spilled
We be on this mic smoking niggas like a blunt
If you bout that action bitch meet me out front
Telling niggas right now they don’t want no smoke
If you get that fucking smoke, bitch you gone choke
Telling these niggas got this shit up in my notes
[Chorus]
Round my city niggas might get killed
Yea y’all talk tough on internet, in person you get spilled
And this beef shit you want, my niggas rotten like some milk
I got Yves Saint Laurent on my necklace and my belt
Round my city niggas might get killed
Yea y’all talk tough on internet, in person you get spilled
And this beef shit you want, my niggas rotten like some milk
I got Yves Saint Laurent on my necklace and my belt
[Verse 1: YungRoze]
Call the shots like two time, all I wanna do is ball
Step around in yeezys, I just bought out the whole mall
Find another deuce and I go flip it like some cards
Change the way my city run it feel like pac shaker
Change the way my city run it feel like pac shaker
VVS on my neck and wrist be dripping like a scar
Coming off the streets young nigga I be hot as tar
Boy go learn your math yea, I heard it go far
Pouring ‘methazine, mixing up sipping tall
Nigga what you lying for, you know you a bitch
Hit up zinfandels, young nigga flood my wrist
I got lots of bitches what makes you think I’m gone switch
I got lots of bitches what makes you think I’m gone switch
[Verse 2: yfcThaddeus]
Pull up to the block finna make my niggas rich
Focused on the bag give a fuck about a bitch
Coming at you with the Draco finna make you niggas sit
Having all this guap makes a nigga talk like this
Shorty hit my line and she wanted me to tap
Niggas switching up Slim Jesus they cap
Bitch what you mean hoe you not worth the fap
Nigga talking loud told my niggas get the strap
I don’t fuck with y’all niggas y’all niggas get no dap
Seen yo bitch in public now a nigga finna clap
Acted tough on Instagram tonight he gon be sap
Damn yall niggas musty, oh yeah y'all be smoking on blacks
Seen a bitch I wanted and I took her to my lair
Nigga just to icy folk this shit just not fair
[Verse 3: Lamar]
I’m just gone tell you niggas how the fuck I feel
Trust all my niggas cause I know they keep it real
I’m finna cop that bag, I’m finna cop some grills
Niggas say they rapping but they Ain’t got no skill
Pull up with my niggas and these bitches getting spilled
We be on this mic smoking niggas like a blunt
If you bout that action bitch meet me out front
Telling niggas right now they don’t want no smoke
If you get that fucking smoke, bitch you gone choke
Telling these niggas got this shit up in my notes
[Chorus]
Round my city niggas might get killed
Yea y’all talk tough on internet, in person you get spilled
And this beef shit you want, my niggas rotten like some milk
I got Yves Saint Laurent on my necklace and my belt