Ysm Kooley - Celine Shirt (feat. Bandgang Masoe)

You niggas pussy (boog in the booth, yea he going crazy)
I got blood on my Celine shirt (3ss nigga)
Y'all niggas know what the fuck going on
Free them members (yean hurt)
Aye aye
I'm stepping in fashion I got blood on my Celine shirt (yea)
Crying for yo partner but ain't get back
Nigga yean hurt, spent they block
Don't mean you can sit back
I done seen worst, outnumbered
Still it ain't no mismatch
Lil bro let that... burst
Might thank that I be under like a plumber
How we keeping pipes
Transparent see straight through these niggas
Ion beef with no dykes
Your nigga he ain't having
Hey well damn put me in your life (he broke)
Racks on me ain't come from no scam
I don't need to swipe
Aye we the topic, we make history (yea)
Ran him down with Glock
It was the switch for me (switch for me)
Had to let the stick breathe, it don't miss a beat
Right after your bitch leave
I'm back in the streets (I'm the streets)
Too much smoke, I really don't know who to shoot at
I got dope, highspeed put this in your coo cat
Your bitch keep asking me
Who taught you how to move crack?
Stop playing around put that shit down
And picked up me a blue pack
Say you serving methamphetamine
But you ain't really met a feign
Oppositions clicking up, I guess they need a better team (well damn)
Hold my nose when I'm whipping up (whew)
This shit Hella clean
Pass that bitch after I crash
No, ain't got time for settling (aye, aye)
I got blood on my Celine shirt (yea)
Crying for yo partner but ain't get back
Nigga yean hurt, spent they block
Don't mean you can sit back
I done seen worst, outnumbered
Still it ain't no mismatch
Lil bro let that... burst
I'm stepping in fashion I got blood on my Celine shirt (yea)
Crying for yo partner but ain't get back
Nigga yean hurt, spent they block
Don't mean you can sit back
I done seen worst, outnumbered
Still it ain't no mismatch
Lil bro let that thing burst
I'm stepping fashion I got blood on my Supreme shirt
Hit a nigga block and I bet everybody leave hurt
I know lil bro fasho gone fire
Like he leaving work
Grown ass man acting like bitches nigga
Get a skirt, don't get murked
Body shit for fun, bet the city know
Turnaround after turnaround like a give & go
Crazy everybody use to love me
Back when I was broke
All that fucking crying go get back
Nigga you ain't hurt, who won't work?
Fell in love with grinding hustle till it hurt
Known for doing dirt and moving work
Love the third and first
I been moving righteous, but still gone let my pistol burst
You can give a bitch the world, she still gone give that pussy up
Dummy (money)

Written by:
Scyhuler Davis

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