MGM Kobee - YWN Lyrics

Lemme tell you bout a war story
Nah it's nothing
I been getting to the paper what you want from me
And all that dissing onna net a get you touched dummy
I ain't work a 9 to 5
I was ducking homicide
Bet them niggas ain't gon ride when it's rough for me
And them bitches ain't gon slide
Ain't nobody on yo side
When you change up on yo guys for that hush money
Young wild nigga I ain't going for nothing

Niggas claim be yo homie when they see that you buzzing
Bitches tryna be up on me when they see how I'm coming
Hang wit niggas that's gon blow for me if I push the button
Tryna catch me by lonely come wit sum repercussions
Lately I been moving lowkey ducking all the discussions
Niggas snaking out they homies gotta watch who I'm trusting
Bitches still tryna control me like they don't come in dozens
Same bitch a bring you over get you snaked when you bussing
Imma come up from nothin' that shit was destined
Remember as a shorty was lonely and felt neglected
Seen everybody turn they back on me like I expected
I'm sliding through my city I promise I keep protection
Don't Neva have to worry bout niggas I keep a weapon
And MGM my brothers we rolling wit smith and wessons
I found a flow and went to the studio to perfect it
So now I'm getting money ain't shit to get me a necklace
I'm Finger fucking ninas extended I'm real invested

I told my nigga when he riding drop the top on the Rover
I pray to God that he can help me get this weight off my shoulder
These niggas pussy always hiding they can't slide when they sober
Same niggas get up in that station and they folding it's over
My niggas get up in that jam and they keep they composure
Police behind me, smash the gas I dam near fucked up the motor
Got Blood up on my white tee if they catch me it it's over
This life ain't want it might seem, give a fuck bout exposure
I'm rocking mike Amiri Jeans .38 in the holster
And I ain't come to sight see but I'm high as a solar
I Told that nigga fight these gave him 3 out the toaster
My niggas smoking nice tree why we walk wit a odor
We facing blunts to hide the pain that's why my face be on poker
These niggas dissing throwing rocks but they gone hit like a Boulder
Might knock yo picture out the frame I bet you leave on a poster

Lemme tell u bout a war story
Nah it's nothing
I been getting to the paper what you want from me
And allat dissing onna net a get you touched dummy
I ain't work a 9 to 5
I was ducking homicide
Bet them niggas ain't gon ride when it's rough for me
And them bitches ain't gon slide
Ain't nobody on yo side
When you change up on yo guys for dat hush money
Young wild nigga I ain't going for nothing