Yung MaunRoe - New Roads (feat. YNG Eryxse)

(Fucking with a nigga like Pat, you can die hoe)
(When I come out with the gat, imma try hoe)
Yeah
Shit nigga said it's YNG
Don't test me, I'm crazy, I could be sick in the head
Might just fuck with your lady
But leave her murdered or dead
The burden I fed
Now she murdered in bed
We playing surgeon instead
Leave it bloody and red
I ain't, Dexter I don't fuck with the feds
Might be, Goldburg bitches fuck with my head
Don't you, text her, that's a dying regret
Cause I done, told her without making a threat
I like it when pussies get beaten, broken, the blood they be dripping
Before they go missing, take their life they be gripping
Admitting to what they committed
The beginning's forgiven
I'll tell they momma they kicking it chilling, my nigga you get it?
Rocking Tommy and an overcoat like Al Capone
Smell a nigga on your bitch but it's my cologne
Backstage getting neck, she be begging me to bone
Fuck a show my nigga I was suppose to postpone (Uh)
Better be quitting, but I be kidding, you letting me get it (Uh)
Better be giving, cause I be spitting, you bet I regret it (Uh)
Fucking it up and I buckle them up you can tell me what's up (Uh)
I'm sipping a cup when you hitting me up
Don't be banging me up just to fuck
Huh
Bitch
Huh
Yeah
*Laugh*
(Fucking with a nigga like Pat, you can die hoe)
Aye
Look
Look
Look, Look, Look
(We love you Eryxse)
Wrecked the car, on a chase
Bitch want a taste, .40 spray
Talk on the gang might turn into Ray
No rice, nice try, you tried, she tight
I piped, I piped, I piped, then left
Move it along like chess, rubbing all on her breast
In her white tee forces style I dress
Chemical shit in my brain
Illiterate shit in my name when I'm moving shit
No crane raising case
It's my day .22 spray big blunts in the ashtray
.40 gun leave no face, open bitches up like crates
Traitor betrayed her, faded away then left
Look to the sky, send a message to the stars
Momma off of the black tar
Cold nights left me scared, killing bitches like some bears
Who cares? Me
Cause I got to make sure they deceased
Or you'll see me down in hell
*Laugh*
(When I come out with the gat, imma try hoe)
(Fucking with a nigga like Pat, you can die hoe)
(When I come out with the gat, imma try try try)
They ran down on you nigga
Now you pissing yourself
Niggas talking mad shit
Now they fixing to tell
Don't claim, you want action
With fame, these dogs capping
Now you, the new pack, bet it's fixing to sell
Bitch

Written by:
Yung MaunRoe

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