YUBEL

(Time to turn chaos to ruin.)
(The moonlight drives me nuts!)

Bitch!
Yeah!

I don’t think i’ll ever have an animal
I’m running melodies, cause you can’t fuck with us with all the bars
You telling bitches kids to “get outta my house”
Cause no one’s [?] live, your bitch, or your mouth, and-
Nigga, I’m too grown to be fucking with these kids
Turn the SoundCloud off, got too many judgements, and
Shit too cold, make the birds go fly south
But they finna’ go burn if they come through my house
How you know where that shit?
Well that’s too obvious
I’ve been in the whole damn crowd, I’m off the body-list
Pissing on his god-damn grave, I got karate kicks
[?] my good leg got him, do a karate kick
Where you let that metal, I’ll be fucking Deuteronomus
[?] on this body going viral on that fucking glitch
Cali mom, Cali mom, still gon’ [?] on all my vlogs
I been at your funeral with my head on her fucking jaw

Saying niggas fuck with you
(Bitch, I can tell,)
I ain’t got no heart there-
(Ain’t shit to be fell)
Deleting all your shit, put the
(Gunmen in jail,)
I’mma [?] a cracker, I
(Feel like Yubel)

Saying niggas fuck with you
(Bitch I can tell)
I ain’t got no heart there
(Ain’t shit to be fell)
Deleting all your shit, put the
(Gunmen in jail)
Imma [?] a cracker, I
(Feel like Yubel)

If you want my body, then nigga, you better pay for it
Make a nigga freeze, It’s gon’ get ugly, I keep my jade for it
Imma have his body in covers and bore the stains for it

(I just spent my [?] for [?] you a nigga, creep for it)

Polyamorous, poly-[?] it ain’t the standard
I’m panoramic view, i’mma catch you niggas on camera
And imma take your homie and hold that nigga for ransom

(I ran out of bread, so I can switch [?] just again)

I just die for these crackers, feel like herman [?]
I’d fuck her, but I know that her men came, fuck
And she screaming my name, just for racking your brain
You go cry to your gang, i’m killing y’all outta spite
I’m like david [?], I go right to the face
I had to get it across
I keep on calling you pussies, but this [?] just fine
I’m making claps on the show
They starting rounds of applause
And I can see all the parts, uh

Saying niggas fuck with you
(Bitch, I can tell)
I ain’t got no heart there-
(Ain’t shit to be fell)
Deleting all your shit, put the
(Gunmen in jail,)
I’mma [?] a cracker, I
(Feel like Yubel)

Saying niggas fuck with you
(Bitch I can tell)
I ain’t got no heart there
(Ain’t shit to be fell)
Deleting all your shit, put the
(Gunmen in jail)
Imma [?] a cracker, I
(Feel like Yubel)