Y.O Y.O lyrics

[Chorus]
"Y.O Y.O", he say it back, on bro I'm throw
Mentionin’ me, n*ggas gotta be slow
Wal Blixk you the reason we smokin' on Lo
Mori on di*k, but his bm a hoe
Lu Blixk got flocked, where the f*ck was his pole?
Opp thot always tell me what she know
If she not tryna line 'em then she gotta go
Baby .40 dumpin’, this sh*t got a kick
Word to my dead, I can't go out like Nick
So many deads, them n*ggas sick, but them n*ggas find a way to be on di*k
B-Bangin' on anyone who in they pics
I will not beef wit' a gunshot vic'
All of them diss tracks and you know it, hop in the V and go let off your grip

[Verse]
Oh he in them photos, so he better not be on his dolo when we bend
Smokin' on LoLo, we in the Kirk and every single one of us got more than ten
They don't got no promos
Wal Blixk got shot, and I heard he took it on the chin
Why n*ggas keep sayin' my name? I promise n*ggas gon’ regret it whenever I spin
I can not wait ’til I run into Headtap, we givin' that n*gga a head tap
Mentionin’ deads, you gon' regret that
One of y'all gonna get shot, I could bet that
Chicken went out on his birthday, n*gga went out in the worst way, he was a dweeb
Mori your bm a smut, you seeded that b*tch and them n*ggas had her on her knees
n*ggas be gettin' me tight, none of them n*ggas that’s rappin' is active
Mori be talkin' like he really do sh*t, when did he ever get up and go blast that?
I had enough of everybody dissin', none of them n*ggas tried to make it tragic
We only totin' on big sh*t, anybody push up on us goin' in a package
Reefy went out in a crash
We smoke Lo Bands, that's gas
Them n*ggas just wanna rap beef, I really clap heat, them n*ggas be doin' bad
I fell in love wit' the backseat, nobody jack me cause I be movin' too fast
Please do not think you could clap me, totin' on Jacky
I'm in the [?] wit' Spazz
[Chorus]
"Y.O Y.O", he say it back, on bro I'm throw
Mentionin' me, n*ggas gotta be slow
Wal Blixk you the reason we smokin' on Lo
Mori on di*k, but his bm a hoe
Lu Blixk got flocked, where the f*ck was his pole?
Opp thot always tell me what she know
If she not tryna line 'em then she gotta go
Baby .40 dumpin', this sh*t got a kick
Word to my dead, I can't go out like Nick
So many deads, them n*ggas sick, but them n*ggas find a way to be on di*k
B-Bangin' on anyone who in they pics
I will not beef wit' a gunshot vic'
All of them diss tracks and you know it, hop in the V and go let off your grip