HighLyfeGang TAE.G - Protect Ya Neck

Y'all ain't fucking with the kid
Y'all ain't fucking with the kid
No no no no
We coming for your throat
Y'all ain't fucking with the squad
Me and my niggas we the mob
And we at your throat
Y'all ain't fucking with the kid
Y'all ain't fucking with the kid
No no no no
Y'all ain't fucking with the kid
Y'all ain't fucking with the kid
Bitch best protect ya got damn neck

Like no kidding
You fucking with a real hip-hop genius
Straight out from Venus
Look up you guaranteed to see us
My stars alining right over your climate
And we gone be all on your tv
Not hard to find us
No rewinding nope can't move me back
Can't change the disc neither dog
This ain't no movie jack
Putting hip-hop on my back
And let you carry rap
Two different sacks and sizes
Yours filled with flowers
But mines filled with scrap
Damn so that's the man that freed you from spam
Green eggs and ham
Humpy hump I'm finna make your shit slam
Opening cans that's bond to shock you g
No mockery just up on my history
No misery for the kid I'm having fun
Recording on the next one
And smoking them blunts
You better run
Cause my next one a leave you slumped
But listen up cause a new god is finna say some
Now listen

Y'all ain't fucking with the kid
Y'all ain't fucking with the kid
No no no no
We coming for your throat
Y'all ain't fucking with the squad
Me and my niggas we the mob
And we at your throat
Y'all ain't fucking with the kid
Y'all ain't fucking with the kid
No no no no
Y'all ain't fucking with the kid
Y'all ain't fucking with the kid
Bitch best protect ya got damn neck

Protect your vital organs
I'm tryna make your neck open
And show your true self
Blood and wealth now it's spilling over
Driven to pass the ville that's pass the ceiling
Master these feelings
Show up to mass appeal the position
Of these pgLames it's HighLyfeGang
They go insane when I drop a bar mane
You gotta use your brain
So it's clear we not the same
Playing two different games
You playing spades I'm playing uno
Nigga one mane gang
So BANG
If you want smoke cause I won't choke
Be smoking too much good dope
And spit that shit you here for
No silly shit real as it gets
Must be delirious I'm furious
But also curious so what the day bring
As they sing the unknown notes
That we be dropping
Knowing it won't last that long
It's tick tockin
Create that shit that raise the hair on your arm
Skin hopping
Even if you tried couldn't rap along
Your throat clogging nigga

Y'all ain't fucking with the kid
Y'all ain't fucking with the kid
No no no no
We coming for your throat
Y'all ain't fucking with the squad
Me and my niggas we the mob
And we at your throat
Y'all ain't fucking with the kid
Y'all ain't fucking with the kid
No no no no
We coming for your throat
Y'all ain't fucking with the kid
Y'all ain't fucking with the kid
Bitch best protect ya got damn neck

Written by:
Johntae Griffin

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