YBI lyrics

[Verse 1: Coach Joey]
n*ggas want beef, till we pull up with the spatulas
I want blood, n*ggas sick, [?] Dracula
n*ggas wanna take your sh*t, you try to tax us
But the price you gave decent, so let's run it up
A hundred up, you broke, boy
Let's keep it real
[?] before a deal
[?] remind me of him
Come and count hundreds [?] suck this di*k
Got a gang of n*ggas running sh*t, like I'm Y.B.I
Haters tryna stop what we doing, like the F.B.I
Hoes charge you, we get it free, and I see why
Everything I rap facts, I ain't never lie
n*ggas can't f*ck with us, why they even try?
I been running sh*t since like 09
I can f*ck your b*tch, you can't f*ck mine
You'll get your head bust, tryna take mine

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Ain't sh*t changed, I'm still f*cking with the K9
[?] on jewelry, Imma save mine
[?] bricks wholesale [?]
Caught my b*tch cheating with a bumm, and cut her breakline
These n*ggas think I'm done for, this sh*t ain't over
Still up the Glock and paint your face, give you a makeover
My fiend got a stacks refund check, I made him stay over
[?] pay day over
I sold him 20 grams of [?] put some [?] on it
f*cked the b*tch and took her IPhone X, I had to [?] on it
f*ck stepping on the work, I put on rollerblades, and skate on it
Robbed the plug for a thousand dubs, and left the safe open
[?] you know the f*cking gang
Told P I'm done robbing n*ggas, can't f*ck up the name
You need to take that necklace back, they f*cked up your chain
[?] f*cked up the game