YSD (Dread Music) ft. Dormantt Lyrics

You know this that dread music right?

Shit!

I'm rapping for-fuck!

I'm rapping for niggas ain't make it

Big ass bag of some tree and we face it

Based god my shepherd a nigga not faking

Two tone glock in my coat and I take it

Playing my songs so you know that I hate it

Her kitty was shaved and purred then I ate it

Love keenan and kel but hate orange soda

She roll all my money I call her a rolla

The best way to hit me is my Motorola

POW hit him up right in the kisser

Got tabs on my opps now they life on a ticker

Keep saying I'm dead but the racks getting bigger

She wantin my dick, Guess she wantin it worldwide

Digging her back, All the way till the birds cry

Wanting my legacy

Wanting my kin you see

Smoking this back and im sippin on Hennessy

Bitch I was hittin she smellin like 1 fish

Hit it again now its smellin like 2 fish

Now its a blue fish

Stacking my money as high as the moon is

Im like lil tunechi

Life is a movie

Land of the borders

Yeah everyones sorted

It dont even matter what state you was born in

Open Season

Yeah the bears and the deers

Seeing my opps and they fill up with tears

Seeing my bitch and im grabbin her rear

She gon whisper all these things in my ear

Bitch im the man of the year

Lowered my tears

Losing my fears

When I see him I'm running him over

His life is a mountain my gun is a boulder

I feel like I'm Sosa I hate being sober

I caught that boy lacking he turned into Danny

Got skulls in my closet like Billy and Mandy

He pop up some percs like that shit was some candy

I hate bein sober

Red rover, Red rover

She playin these games

Im like hand the controller

Me and Nos got your bitch

And she comin right over

My standards aint lowered

Im currently sober

I spilled the whole bottle

Now my night is over

FUCK!

Now my night is over

Shit!

You talking bout us when you mention the goat

I Run that boy down like my last is bolt

Not talking bout manning but boy is a colt

You keep fucking with me then murder she wrote

He think that shit sweet so a gun that I tote