keep your head up - ysb og lyrics
[intro]
ayy, og (rah)
[verse]
4’s up, out the mud, gotta keep the forty tucked
in the field we prayed up, gotta keep your head up
boy, i ain’t scared of nothin’, boy you n*ggas lookin’ dumb
how you with you lookin’ bum, you a bozo n*gga (you a bozo)
you ain’t f*cking no b*tches, you a h0m* n*gga (you a h0m*)
you ain’t getting no money, then i can’t kick it with ya (i can’t)
sneak dissin’ on my name, then my n*ggas gonna split ya
i be skirtin’ in that whip, smokin’ og out the zip (plug!)
my b*tch better sell a [?], f*ck them motherf*ckin’ p*ss
all you n*ggas talking sh*t, y’all can eat a f*cking d*ck
i ain’t never had sh*t, so i’m goin’ 30 b*tch
now i’m going 80 b*tch, now i’m going 90 b*tch
i be skrrtin’ and i be hittin’ ’em with the motherf*ckin’ switch
and i hit a motherf*ckin’ l!ck, hit a f*ckin’ b*tch (b*tch)
pull up with the motherf*cking tricks, ayy
call me young og, kane [?] (plug!)
ayy, i shoot you in your brain n*gga (ooh, bang!)
ayy, i ain’t never been a lame n*gga
ayy, you n*ggas is some f*ckin’ stains n*gga (you some stains)
ayy, and i’m swervin’ candypaint n*gga
got your main all on my f*ckin’ thangy, n*gga (on my thangy n*gga)
ayy, and i’m rollin’ with my gangy, n*gga (with my gangy n*gga)
know how thе f*ck we mob, know how the f*ck we mob
pull up with thе squad, pull up with the gang
yeah that’s goth gang, yeah that’s sick gang
yeah that’s taliban, throwin’ 4’s up
what the f*ck you mean? 4’s in my cup
do you know what’s up, yeah i do this b*tch
and you know i really do this sh*t
shinin’ check my f*cking wrist
shinin’ check my f*cking b*tch
pull up and threw a hit, might remix a brick
you don’t know sh*t, so why you sayin’ sh*t?
you ain’t never been in no real situations
my n*ggas tote semi’s, that’s a situation
what you know about the dope gang nation? (plug!)
dope running past, know we made it sad
got it f*ckin’ bad, now it’s f*ckin’ bad
no basketball, but i made it clap
off the f*ckin’ wall, ten toes down
n*gga, you ain’t no real n*gga, you ain’t no f*ckin’ hound
my n*ggas blood hounds, i f*ck with crips too
and i f*ck with bd’s and ’em gd’s
vice lords too, real n*ggas though
and you know we get it for the low
we don’t f*ck with dirty hoes
kick them b*tches out the door
b*tches gotta go, i ain’t gon’ never go (never)
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