Issues - YBS Skola

Yeah it’s forever shit, we livin' at 7-Eleven

Only the strong survive, for sure

You dig?

Elijah

I’m still ridin' with the pistol

Prayin' that my charge get dismissal

Play with me and you gon' get your issue

Send them through his tissue

Bet that nigga cry just like a bitch do

Talkin' like you know I won’t get with you

I’m still ridin' with the pistol

Prayin' that my charge get dismissal

Play with me and you gon' get your issue

Send them through his tissue

Bet that nigga cry just like a bitch do

Talkin' like you know I won’t get with you

Don’t nobody get no pass (No)

We savages and all we fear is feds (Yeah)

And if they get behind us, hit the gas (Skrrt)

Don’t tell 'em what’s in the stash (No)

These youngins doin' anything for cash (They crazy)

How you gon' rob that bank without no mask?

(Damn)

Boy, you that big and bad?

(Yeah)

He said, «My nigga, I really need a bag» (Bag)

I got three kids and none of them is fed (They hungry)

And that shit make me mad (For real)

And plus I got my eyes on that new Jag (Skrrt)

The summer time comin', I gotta drag

So I gotta get that cash

He 20 and he fuckin' with the glass

Ridin' 'round town, he ain’t got no mask

But he sure got a pistol

And he laid back, he blowin' grass (Blowin')

See them blue and whites, he gon' smash (Time out)

I’m still ridin' with the pistol

Prayin' that my charge get dismissal

Play with me and you gon' get your issue

Send them through his tissue

Bet that nigga cry just like a bitch do

Talkin' like you know I won’t get with you

I’m still ridin' with the pistol

Prayin' that my charge get dismissal

Play with me and you gon' get your issue

Send them through his tissue

Bet that nigga cry just like a bitch do

Talkin' like you know I won’t get with you

But shorty tryna do good (Good)

Said no when I asked him do he wan' hit the 'Wood?

(Good)

Said no when I asked him do he wan' hit the lean?

(Nah)

He said he off them things (Damn)

He pulled me over and looked me in the eyes (Ayy, yo)

He said, «Look man, I’m through with slangin' pies» (For real?)

That shit had me surprised

He said, «I'm just so glad to be alive» (Yeah)

I think I’m gon' get me a nine to five

Or get me my own business

Somethin' like assisted livin'

All I could do was nod and say, «I respect your hustle, pimpin'»

He said, «But if you need me, all you gotta do is call» (Hit me)

It ain’t no love lost, you gon' always be my dawg (Forever)

Say when it come to you, you know I’m breakin' law

I don’t give a fuck, they give me life behind the wall (None of that shit)

I’m still ridin' with the pistol

Prayin' that my charge get dismissal

Play with me and you gon' get your issue

Send them through his tissue

Bet that nigga cry just like a bitch do

Talkin' like you know I won’t get with you

I’m still ridin' with the pistol

Prayin' that my charge get dismissal

Play with me and you gon' get your issue

Send them through his tissue

Bet that nigga cry just like a bitch do

Talkin' like you know I won’t get with you