Protect Ya Neck Lyrics

Y'all ain't fucking with the kid

Y'all ain't fucking with the kid

No no no no

We coming for your throat

Y'all ain't fucking with the squad

Me and my niggas we the mob

And we at your throat

Y'all ain't fucking with the kid

Y'all ain't fucking with the kid

No no no no

Y'all ain't fucking with the kid

Y'all ain't fucking with the kid

Bitch best protect ya got damn neck

Like no kidding

You fucking with a real hip-hop genius

Straight out from Venus

Look up you guaranteed to see us

My stars alining right over your climate

And we gone be all on your tv

Not hard to find us

No rewinding nope can't move me back

Can't change the disc neither dog

This ain't no movie jack

Putting hip-hop on my back

And let you carry rap

Two different sacks and sizes

Yours filled with flowers

But mines filled with scrap

Damn so that's the man that freed you from spam

Green eggs and ham

Humpy hump I'm finna make your shit slam

Opening cans that's bond to shock you g

No mockery just up on my history

No misery for the kid I'm having fun

Recording on the next one

And smoking them blunts

You better run

Cause my next one a leave you slumped

But listen up cause a new god is finna say some

Now listen

Y'all ain't fucking with the kid

Y'all ain't fucking with the kid

No no no no

We coming for your throat

Y'all ain't fucking with the squad

Me and my niggas we the mob

And we at your throat

Y'all ain't fucking with the kid

Y'all ain't fucking with the kid

No no no no

Y'all ain't fucking with the kid

Y'all ain't fucking with the kid

Bitch best protect ya got damn neck

Protect your vital organs

I'm tryna make your neck open

And show your true self

Blood and wealth now it's spilling over

Driven to pass the ville that's pass the ceiling

Master these feelings

Show up to mass appeal the position

Of these pgLames it's HighLyfeGang

They go insane when I drop a bar mane

You gotta use your brain

So it's clear we not the same

Playing two different games

You playing spades I'm playing uno

Nigga one mane gang

So BANG

If you want smoke cause I won't choke

Be smoking too much good dope

And spit that shit you here for

No silly shit real as it gets

Must be delirious I'm furious

But also curious so what the day bring

As they sing the unknown notes

That we be dropping

Knowing it won't last that long

It's tick tockin

Create that shit that raise the hair on your arm

Skin hopping

Even if you tried couldn't rap along

Your throat clogging nigga

Y'all ain't fucking with the kid

Y'all ain't fucking with the kid

No no no no

We coming for your throat

Y'all ain't fucking with the squad

Me and my niggas we the mob

And we at your throat

Y'all ain't fucking with the kid

Y'all ain't fucking with the kid

No no no no

We coming for your throat

Y'all ain't fucking with the kid

Y'all ain't fucking with the kid

Bitch best protect ya got damn neck