Yung Savo - Mrs. Bruce Lee (feat. Tay Swish)

Aye
I said I live my life just like it is movie
Some niggas might of thought I was a mechanic
The way that I kept me a tooly
And I feel like a young nigga way too cold and smooth
No ice or smoothie
Man don't speak on my name you ain't knew me
Keep on sparking until its gone no dubie
And I'm just a young nigga who waiting to shine
But I'm still fixing to ball like I'm two three
If you know what I mean then you gonna get the line
My little yea she be kicking like Bruce Lee
Don't come around me if you stir up the drama
You better off going to brew tea
They want to play with me like I'm a blew knee
You want beef have a gang because we too deep
Aye aye listen
Extendo on my thing she gay want a dick
I ain't talking AC got a cool little kick
And you ain't flushing nothing
You niggas ain't shit
Must've thought he touched down
Until I got a pick
Niggas Crayola rainbow like a bitch
Niggas know I'm big B but my mom was a crip
And my flow tested positive nigga I'm sick
I'm gonna close that back door because these niggas ain't slick
And I keep criticals at the top of my clip
I can't talk to man he got too much lip
Niggas got sweaty hands and they can't get a grip
Say ahoy to my yea wet you up like a ship
CEO Lays I been stacking my chips
I just want all my hundreds with blue strip nip
Shawty waited my table she wanted the tip
That nina like ranch
It make niggas dip
Spin on they block and make niggas dip
Blue notes in my pocket but I ain't crip
Speak on my name and we getting him zipped
Can't talk to them boys they got too much lip
Send shots through this drake R.I.P to Nip
She said she wanna fuck
Make her suck on the tip
Packing shit up like we went on a trip
Don't ask for my pole keep that bitch on my hip
This shit for the blow this shit ain't show and tell
Niggas say they want smoke
Then they go up and tell
Gotta watch what I say the police on my trail
Locked up in that cell then I went posted bail
Thracks in this blunt got this shit through the mail
When I fire up that wood they like what is that smell
It's opps in the wood if you couldn't
If she ain't sucking dick
She can't get to Chanel
No head equals no designer
Bitch we been outside
How you niggas can't find us
We was low and down bad
But know that shit behind us
Know that feds listening
I just gotta remind you
We was praying to got my brother got a bond
Call that little nina Jerry
Its buddies with Tom
G-Lockiana gonna blow
I ain't talking brain
But shawty gonna sound like the bomb
In summer we still rocked the coat
To hide the little pole
Them niggas wanna give us some time
Could never play me like no hoe
I ain't never froze and forever stepping for mine
Don't play because we can get smoked
Feel like some little stars but we just waiting for the shine
These niggas feds that's for sure they turning to mice after twelve
So they can cut time
I got a blicky it came with a thirty
Make the wrong we gonna do his ass dirty
Put the glock on his ass make a nigga get sturdy
Bitch I'm a baller no need for a jersey
Take a L and keep going
That shit never hurt me
I'm gonna dump the whole clip before a fuck nigga shirt me
Bend the block double back
Do that shit with no worries
Still going though pain so I keep popping perkys

Written by:
Savion Gardley

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