YoungBagChasers - LongLiveJeffreyDahmer
[Chorus: Lil Scoom89]
Boy we kill shit for real
High speed wit' the states bird in the air, don't care cause Sha got wheel
No, I don't do liquor, I only smoke weed, sip lean and do pills
This bitch talkin' about love and I'm off the drugs, that love shit I can't feel
[Verse 1: Lil Scoom89]
Can't believe I signed a deal
Still be in the trenches out there spinnin' but blood want me to chill
Dig outs on the hill, bag on my head thick bitch tryna get me killed
Niggas act so weird, how the fuck you gangster but throw up on the drill?
Blood spinnin', mom tryna pray off demons, found out I'm in love wit' killing
Lil boys don't play safe, damn, cause we lay belt, someone bettеr get they children
Pops got in his ways, ain't triеd to claim him cause I was out there wit' it
Fuck ride bitch we— come on
Fuck ride bitch we out, lets get it
Opps outside, come on we bending
My bitch think I'm a hoe stop trippin'
Switch too fast this bitch start glitching
Who that? Come here bail out we blickin'
You don't get bad, I had never went to class I was in and out of detention
When you lay that belt they gon' clique up, shit weird, but pay attention
[Chorus: Lil Scoom89]
Boy we kill shit for real
High speed wit' the states bird in the air, don't care cause Sha got wheel
No, I don't do liquor, I only smoke weed, sip lean and do pills
This bitch talkin' about love and I'm off the drugs, that love shit I can't feel
[Verse 2: Bloodhound Lil Jeff]
I'm too deep in the field
High speed chase I treat the jakes I'm too raw wit' the wheel
If he play he get killed
They say I'm too hot, need to chill
I shoot 'til it stop on a drill
And barely the Glock wit' me still
I might need to stop sniffin' pills
Them labels been offering deals
Smack brudda and his bitch wit' the steel
His rollie I took I didn't steal
I might spin the block spin the block where you live
He got hit and he crashed in his crib
[Verse 3: Ybcdul]
(Damn, he got hit and he crashed in his crib)
And Benji got caught on the 9, we tapped the car he crashed the wheel
And I'm the plane wit' 50 bowls and they all vacuumed sealed
Blrrtt, that's an instant kill
And BD swing the yop wit' skill
I ain't tryna sign no fucking deal
And Von still tryna get his appeal
Sid got cooked in his house
Qua got cooked coming out
Any block in between Christian & Walton
We taking any route
We let the beef die down, they thought it was a drought
Now niggas die back to back
That's what they get, dying for chasing clout
[Outro: Ybcdul]
Nigga, it's Mr. Disrespectful
I don't give a fuck who you is nigga
I will disrespect you (It's Mr. Disrespectful)
All these fucking dead niggas
It's Mr. Disrespectful
They tryna catch ten more for an indictment crew
Boy we kill shit for real
High speed wit' the states bird in the air, don't care cause Sha got wheel
No, I don't do liquor, I only smoke weed, sip lean and do pills
This bitch talkin' about love and I'm off the drugs, that love shit I can't feel
[Verse 1: Lil Scoom89]
Can't believe I signed a deal
Still be in the trenches out there spinnin' but blood want me to chill
Dig outs on the hill, bag on my head thick bitch tryna get me killed
Niggas act so weird, how the fuck you gangster but throw up on the drill?
Blood spinnin', mom tryna pray off demons, found out I'm in love wit' killing
Lil boys don't play safe, damn, cause we lay belt, someone bettеr get they children
Pops got in his ways, ain't triеd to claim him cause I was out there wit' it
Fuck ride bitch we— come on
Fuck ride bitch we out, lets get it
Opps outside, come on we bending
My bitch think I'm a hoe stop trippin'
Switch too fast this bitch start glitching
Who that? Come here bail out we blickin'
You don't get bad, I had never went to class I was in and out of detention
When you lay that belt they gon' clique up, shit weird, but pay attention
[Chorus: Lil Scoom89]
Boy we kill shit for real
High speed wit' the states bird in the air, don't care cause Sha got wheel
No, I don't do liquor, I only smoke weed, sip lean and do pills
This bitch talkin' about love and I'm off the drugs, that love shit I can't feel
[Verse 2: Bloodhound Lil Jeff]
I'm too deep in the field
High speed chase I treat the jakes I'm too raw wit' the wheel
If he play he get killed
They say I'm too hot, need to chill
I shoot 'til it stop on a drill
And barely the Glock wit' me still
I might need to stop sniffin' pills
Them labels been offering deals
Smack brudda and his bitch wit' the steel
His rollie I took I didn't steal
I might spin the block spin the block where you live
He got hit and he crashed in his crib
[Verse 3: Ybcdul]
(Damn, he got hit and he crashed in his crib)
And Benji got caught on the 9, we tapped the car he crashed the wheel
And I'm the plane wit' 50 bowls and they all vacuumed sealed
Blrrtt, that's an instant kill
And BD swing the yop wit' skill
I ain't tryna sign no fucking deal
And Von still tryna get his appeal
Sid got cooked in his house
Qua got cooked coming out
Any block in between Christian & Walton
We taking any route
We let the beef die down, they thought it was a drought
Now niggas die back to back
That's what they get, dying for chasing clout
[Outro: Ybcdul]
Nigga, it's Mr. Disrespectful
I don't give a fuck who you is nigga
I will disrespect you (It's Mr. Disrespectful)
All these fucking dead niggas
It's Mr. Disrespectful
They tryna catch ten more for an indictment crew
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