6

[Intro]
Take one baby

[Chorus: YRN Lingo]
One two three four five six
All these niggas ain’t real and it make me sick
Tryna flex on me man we gon take that shit
My squad is so ruthless we don’t take no shit
I throw up my gang signs like I’m John Wall
If a nigga try to take some gotta stand up tall
Living life, middle fingers up and know we gonna ball
Don’t do not’ stupid, might just cost your life, mystery unsolved

[Verse 1: YRN Lingo]
Gotta go come at they all with it, finna go pick up my dawg
Young nigga on it know two pistol clip louder than lugs
Got you niggas into submission oh and it hurt, it hurt
One call that’s all calling my nigga Merc, John Wick
John Wick on the way and you know he finna murd’
Got yo bitch over here digging my pimpin and you know she finna squirt
When a nigga flapping he’s gone you know we gon leave him right up in the dirt
Looking at my phone and hanging it up, bitch don’t make me go berserk
I really think you niggas getting it, bout time
I’m really really not feeling it, that’s a sign
I asked around and you lying
They never see you on a nough
You know where I be, I’m on a nough kicking shit with my folks

[Chorus: YRN Lingo]
One two three four five six
All these niggas ain’t real and it make me sick
Tryna flex on me man we gon take that shit
My squad is so ruthless we don’t take no shit
I throw up my gang signs like I’m John Wall
If a nigga try to take some gotta stand up tall
Living life, middle fingers up and know we gonna ball
Don’t do not’ stupid, might just cost your life, mystery unsolved

[Verse 2: YRN Murk]
Yeah, yeah lose your life mystery unsolved
Got some killers in the prison hall
Down, when a nigga walks into town
Short on running we ain’t going for none a that
Run up on em gun em down with the mini mac
Never catch me slipping keep it one hunnid ya’ll
Epic rolls go the bezel was honeycomb
Got the location pussy was not at home
Look at my chain you’ll see a rainbow
Got no role my people call me tango
Coulda just shoot on me like the Django
I might retire give up OG mayo
Fruity colored diamonds looking like playdoh
You cannot walk in here unless I say so
Choppa gon leave a bitch with a makeover
War in the label this is a takeover
War in your eyes nigga look around
Too much money why you sitting around
It’s getting serious I ain’t playing around
Look at my chain and that’s a man down
I can see it I don’t want you around
Squeezing the trigger with the window down
Hop out the car make sure the job is done
Thought I told you nigga we not the one

[Chorus: YRN Lingo]
One two three four five six
All these niggas ain’t real and it make me sick
Tryna flex on me man we gon take that shit
My squad is so ruthless we don’t take no shit
I throw up my gang signs like I’m John Wall
If a nigga try to take some gotta stand up tall
Living life, middle fingers up and know we gonna ball
Don’t do not’ stupid, might just cost your life, mystery unsolved