Tales of YL lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
YL
Double-S

[Verse]
I live life in them shadows
I'm equipped with ammo
And we shoot like Rambo
My n*ggas draped in camo
We poppin' out the jungle
My n*ggas starving, they hungry
Told me and my n*ggas had to take it
Now me and my n*ggas we greedy
Yeah, put a lil paint on her face
Designer drip, I'm draped
Designer drip, I'm draped
Play with the gang, we say grace
Young n*gga, we eatin'
Y'all n*ggas look vegan
Y'all n*ggas can't live my lifestyle
I ain't seen y'all in a while
Young n*gga been ducked
Been thinkin' 'bout a truck
Young n*gga gettin' loads
Y'all n*ggas gettin' old
Money green like mold
In the green like moss
Catchin' plays, Randy Moss
Ooh, catch a lil play and skrrt off
Skrrt-in' off with your bae
I'm doin' the dash all the way
Back, on the way back to the trap
b*tches they know where I'm at
Every day I catch a pack
Catch a pack, I bring it in
It's a ten, no it ain't
It's a twelve, no it ain't
Fifteen, they'll thank me
Got a b*tch who from the 'Nolia, I call her lil saint
And I'm drinkin' on a whole motherf*ckin' pint
Y'all lil n*ggas regular than me and I'm the Legend
But I'm ballin' like a n*gga that never had sh*t
Came in that b*tch, '05 Michael Vick
Y'all n*ggas drinkin' fake drank, make me sick
Beatin' out the block, then beat out your b*tch
Young n*gga put a brick on my wrist
Young n*gga run up them bands
Pull out the stick on your mans
Made that n*gga do the dance
Send you a brick in the can
Ooh, stupid bad b*tch, say she Persian
And that chopper cut just like a surgeon
Mix the swag with the gas, go to the mall and splurgin'
They like f*ck that dirty bast*rd, that boy don't deserve it
That's why they hate YL
Your b*tch choosin', I can tell
Thought I was gon' buy her Chanel
f*cked the b*tch and I peeled
Y'all n*ggas get dipped
'Cause b*tch I'm equipped like Rambo
My young n*gga equipped with ammo
We poppin' out, n*gga in camo
Damn, Double-S be the brew
f*ck the local, put you on CNN news
I beat that pack, that motherf*cker bruised
Damn, pockets on f*ckin' Bruce Bruce
Damn they want to steal me for my paper
They want to see me like Big was in them papers
I feel like Diddy, see what that dirty money make ya
I got them b*tches doin' jumping jacks naked
Damn, young NGee
Yeah I'm ridin' with that D-R-A-C
Yeah, and I'm goin' stupid
Young NGee, got plenty P's
Y'all n*gga pus*y, y'all n*gga regular
b*tch I'm big bag, I been havin' bags
I been havin' cash, y'all lil n*ggas sad
Do the f*ckin' dash, skrrt
Do the dash b*tch, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt skrrt
Bag, b*tch