Ysb Og Disaster Lyrics
Disaster by YSB OG
[Intro]
The name is Dumas
OG
[Chorus]
We been through the struggle, the world is a damn disaster
Life fucked up, you can't even trust your family (fucked up)
Selling pack to these junkies, man I had so many (forreal)
I don't wanna jugg no moe, but I gotta do
What I gotta do, always stay true
You playing games you a lame, and you fool
Better watch your mouth, before this 30 hit your brain too
My niggas are savages, piped up shyne boys
Got your bitch tryna eat me up
[Verse]
Tell her shut the fuck up, go fish [?]
Ion really like makeup, a lotta you niggas fuck as fuck
Tryna merk the young OG, you got me fucked up
Young OG gettin' bucks, Goth Money in the cut
Romanelli in the cut, he gone hit your ass up
All my niggas aim for [?], bitch we got them dirty guns
Bitch we got some dirty drugs, bitch we of the dirty mud
Get my niggas out the slum, now my niggas did some bumps
Ion like to carry 1's, but I throw em at the club
Silly bitch you was a duck, no I do not wanna fuck
All that yapping you a duck, bitch shut the fuck up
Had to run off on the plug, cause that nigga was a scrub
[Chorus]
We been through the struggle, the world is a damn disaster
Life fucked up, you can't even trust your family (fucked up)
Selling pack to these junkies, man I had so many (forreal)
I don't wanna jugg no moe, but I gotta do
What I gotta do, always stay true
You playing games you a lame, and you fool
Better watch your mouth, before this 30 hit your brain too
My niggas are savages, piped up shyne boys
Got your bitch tryna eat me up
[Verse 2]
Tell that nigga back up, before he catch a couple slugs
Boy I'm not the one to play with, I'm not one of these punks
Nigga go play with your kids or your bills bitch
Before you get hit bitch, 30 in a stick
Free my niggas out the chain gang, I miss my niggas mane
Shit ain't the same, trapping [?] smoking propane
Blow a nigga top off if he ever talk down on the gang
Long live all the kings, long live all the queens
Twenty eighteen, all my niggas killing everything
I just fucked yo bitch, and you just gave her a wedding ring
Niggas think they supreme, so I hit em with the lemon squeeze
Make his mouth drop to his knees, watch his body bleed
Niggas ain't better than we, niggas ain't fucking with me
Forreal
The name is Dumas
OG
[Chorus]
We been through the struggle, the world is a damn disaster
Life fucked up, you can't even trust your family (fucked up)
Selling pack to these junkies, man I had so many (forreal)
I don't wanna jugg no moe, but I gotta do
What I gotta do, always stay true
You playing games you a lame, and you fool
Better watch your mouth, before this 30 hit your brain too
My niggas are savages, piped up shyne boys
Got your bitch tryna eat me up
[Verse]
Tell her shut the fuck up, go fish [?]
Ion really like makeup, a lotta you niggas fuck as fuck
Tryna merk the young OG, you got me fucked up
Young OG gettin' bucks, Goth Money in the cut
Romanelli in the cut, he gone hit your ass up
All my niggas aim for [?], bitch we got them dirty guns
Bitch we got some dirty drugs, bitch we of the dirty mud
Get my niggas out the slum, now my niggas did some bumps
Ion like to carry 1's, but I throw em at the club
Silly bitch you was a duck, no I do not wanna fuck
All that yapping you a duck, bitch shut the fuck up
Had to run off on the plug, cause that nigga was a scrub
[Chorus]
We been through the struggle, the world is a damn disaster
Life fucked up, you can't even trust your family (fucked up)
Selling pack to these junkies, man I had so many (forreal)
I don't wanna jugg no moe, but I gotta do
What I gotta do, always stay true
You playing games you a lame, and you fool
Better watch your mouth, before this 30 hit your brain too
My niggas are savages, piped up shyne boys
Got your bitch tryna eat me up
[Verse 2]
Tell that nigga back up, before he catch a couple slugs
Boy I'm not the one to play with, I'm not one of these punks
Nigga go play with your kids or your bills bitch
Before you get hit bitch, 30 in a stick
Free my niggas out the chain gang, I miss my niggas mane
Shit ain't the same, trapping [?] smoking propane
Blow a nigga top off if he ever talk down on the gang
Long live all the kings, long live all the queens
Twenty eighteen, all my niggas killing everything
I just fucked yo bitch, and you just gave her a wedding ring
Niggas think they supreme, so I hit em with the lemon squeeze
Make his mouth drop to his knees, watch his body bleed
Niggas ain't better than we, niggas ain't fucking with me
Forreal