Fresh Home

[Part 1]
Free YS Mr. Rip through chest
And the opps feel safe now broski's locked
But YB's fresh home and the safety's feeling stuck
No hesitation when I squeeze this mop
I'm in probation with suttin tucked
Give me the drop and I'm turning up
Spin their 'til our tires start burning up
They say everyone named YB is cursed
But everyone named YB that looks like me isn't on letting it burst
Won't think twice I put the car in reverse
I can hop in seconds and dump off first
Facts, I do what I say in my verse
Stuff the .44 'til it's looking all pregnant
Buss the 4 door, let the 4s give birth
We fill ding dongs with unleaded and we fill up the scorps with lead
They all think YB does magic I came with the black blade and left with the red
It went straight through his chest, went straight through his back, went straight through his neck, went straight through his head
Might take a trip to [?]
You know I meant what I said
How's the Brick yutes do him so dirty
Big man needed plastic surgery
I might be the one to put you in a zoot, it don't matter if you ain't fucking heard of me
Believe me man heard about you, any opp I see I do
Ain't no way I'll be happy with one chest-shot, I ain't giving man less than a few
The last time I chinged suttin' up round there, it was wheelchair settings, can't recover from that
Even kway when I smacked up Ash to this day recover his hat
[?] jail when I smacked up Nizzy, had me thinking will he ever come back
There's about six dead guys on that block alone, no way they could give man chat
Not long we ain't into waiting
Get the drop, turn up, get into shavings
From young they don't like the way I've been behaving
So tapped, even getting ratings of paigons
They keep firming humanilations
You can ask if I ever held a violation
I ain't ever trynna ching me a leg, if I do then I'll hand in my resignation
'Cah everyone in my block is a trapper, everyone in my block is a shooter
Everyone on their block is a capper, not a single one is a booter
I'm icking to run out and test this ruger
Made the [?] now she thinks I used her
[?]
How many times did I tour with the glee in my palm
The next time that we wet up Shanklin, we gon' cut off his other arm
This shotgun comes straight from the farm
And what I'm doing with it is haram
If you see me you best activate, forever frying we can never be calm
Mini can't diss no SYM's when his mother got filled with bine
His cousin held a [?] back to the head and both of them instantly died
I got Crafty in my gelato and Ozzy in my cherry pie
This beef's always been one sided
How many guys in there team took flights
How many guys in there team took flights