Disaster lyrics

by

YSB OG


[Intro]
The name is Dumas
OG

[Chorus]
We been through the struggle, the world is a damn disaster
Life f*cked up, you can't even trust your family (f*cked up)
Selling pack to these junkies, man I had so many (Forreal)
I don’t wanna jugg no moe, but I gotta do
What I gotta do, always stay true
You playing games you a lame, and you fool
Better watch your mouth, before this 30 hit your brain too
My n*ggas are savages, piped up shyne boys
Got your b*tch tryna eat me up

[Verse]
Tell her shut the f*ck up, go fish [?]
Ion really like makeup, a lotta you n*ggas f*ck as f*ck
Tryna merk the young OG, you got me f*cked up
Young OG gettin' bucks, Goth Money in the cut
Romanelli in the cut, he gone hit your ass up
All my n*ggas aim for [?], b*tch we got them dirty guns
b*tch we got some dirty drugs, b*tch we of the dirty mud
Get my n*ggas out the slum, now my n*ggas did some bumps
Ion like to carry 1's, but I throw em at the club
Silly b*tch you was a duck, no I do not wanna f*ck
All that yapping you a duck, b*tch shut the f*ck up
Had to run off on the plug, cause that n*gga was a scrub
[Chorus]
We been through the struggle, the world is a damn disaster
Life f*cked up, you can’t even trust your family (f*cked up)
Selling pack to these junkies, man I had so many (Forreal)
I don't wanna jugg no moe, but I gotta do
What I gotta do, always stay true
You playing games you a lame, and you fool
Better watch your mouth, before this 30 hit your brain too
My n*ggas are savages, piped up shyne boys
Got your b*tch tryna eat me up

[Verse 2]
Tell that n*gga back up, before he catch a couple slugs
Boy I'm not the one to play with, I'm not one of these punks
n*gga go play with your kids or your bills b*tch
Before you get hit b*tch, 30 in a stick
Free my n*ggas out the chain gang, I miss my n*ggas mane
sh*t ain't the same, trapping [?] smoking propane
Blow a n*gga top off if he ever talk down on the gang
Long live all the kings, long live all the queens
Twenty eighteen, all my n*ggas killing everything
I just f*cked yo b*tch, and you just gave her a wedding ring
n*ggas think they supreme, so I hit em with the lemon squeeze
Make his mouth drop to his knees, watch his body bleed
n*ggas ain't better than we, n*ggas ain't f*cking with me
Forreal
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