YLS - Vengeance (feat. 2XKFLEXX)

Vent to the dead they the only ones who listen
Like man if I die we complete the opps mission
Well if I was alive, would they still be dissing?
But I know them boys ain’t living
How they say that they living
If I walk down
Is you gon up that glizzy?
My shawty he don’t do no missing
Paranoid opps, pussy boy off the Remy
Abandoned, the reason why he clutching on 50
He meet his maker if he try to tempt me
Fat screaming out “What the fuck is the business?”
Off of the yak and the whole hood tripping
All grey glock and I named that bitch Bentley
K3 posted up with Osama
That’s my dawg, yeah that nigga Jimmy
Die bout my money, I swear I get plenty
Ain’t shit funny, keep a tool like I’m Manny
Big AR on the interstate
Pray to the Lord for some better days
Police still tryna incarcerate
Cause we ride with dirty Drac’s
Vent to the dead they the only ones who listen
Like man if I die we complete the opps mission
Well if I was alive, would they still be dissing?
But I know them boys ain’t living
How they say that they living
Vent to the dead they the only ones who listen
Like man if I die we complete the opps mission
Well if I was alive, would they still be dissing?
But I know them boys ain’t living
How they say that they living
We gon spill until we get dizzy
Running down with my niggas
They gon come through, they gon hit you
I’m hanging with gorillas
From the Lowe where reside
He try to play it’s an eye for an eye
My little shawty...
We up first
I ain’t with the talking
These bullet disperse
Been feeling the worse
Dont talk about growing
I’m off of a xanny
It’s blood on my shirt
Why do we fight
Let’s just make it work
Dont let it go
Let’s sit and converse
Off a perc
It’s not a 30
But its getting rid
Surely but slowly
Dont act you like know me
Turn to a monster off of the benzos
I’d rather be lonely
It ain’t been the same
Since we lost kobe
Eye on opposition
I'm watching moves closely
They say they with beef
They talking bologna
Bitch i got the spark
I ain’t talking adobe
OMO till i die
Representing the homies
You getting mad
You say feel my pain
But i rather doubt you
Than go feel the same
You call it toxic
We both playing games
You with all the subbin
Wont ever say names
You just all talk
You just all talk
You just all talk
You just all talk
You just all talk
You just all talk

Written by:
Dimetrius Mcoo, Joshua Velez

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