Bag Of Gold Pt. 2 lyrics

(Hook: YSM Dylan)
YSM x YSN R$
b*tch


(Verse 1: YSN R$)
Big ass crips we getting bigger pull up on the scene and
You get a trigger'? shot on the face you know we lit'? getting
The money and exposed that, sh*t fake ass homies never gonna
Be mine she cut a leg of never gonna be kind messing with me we get a tool
Haters be hating and acting cool


(Verse 2: YSN R$)
If you got money then give me a featurе block is hot, run up
On the cop you will get shot spitting facts evеryday and night pull
Up on the scene we will throw a fight, hop on a jet smoking
Pack homies for life they will get piped, love for my family , love
For my homies we get the money and shoot like Coby


(Verse 3: YSN R$)
Homies love to hate on me gun on my waist we bodied a slave
Haters be stealing everyday piped on the city with the plate
Carving the house nobody belived me i got a guap , bodied a cop
Gucci my belts i run down the blocks, dissing fr, you get a
Lesson, getting my bands , came for this blessing
(Verse 4: YSM Dylan)
f*cking your b*tch, she scream my name, hitting her back I just want
Fame, the bag of gold i'm staying the same, i'm getting the back nobody can change, cash, spend then reapate, those are the rules
To get a feat, i'm getting the back i need to eat, i'm getting the
Bag I never cheat, taking lights out we got the straps, take off so
We shoot their backs, young ski mask we never lack, yeah ysn we
Never cap


(Verse 5: YSM Dylan)
Posted on the block we got the blink, b*tches twerking in the strips
We like their ass, they like it quick, we take all b*tch we pulling tricks
b*tch, gang,gang,gang, motherf*cker, bag of gold, I like the bag of gold, gang , ayo ysm x ysn rs b*tch, we got this motherf*ckers, b*tch