Ybs Skola - Trappers Turn Rappers (feat. Don Q) Lyrics

[Hook: YBS Skola]I know I'm gon' make it off this rap shitMe and my niggas can't afford another tragicIf you run up boy, oh I'm gon' let you have itSkola up now, I'ma hold it downSmoke weed by the pound, sip lean by the fourTrappin' hard out the bando, got the gunman by the doorI just hit your girl inside the bando ‘til that pussy soreThen I whacked 100 P's and left residue on the floor[Verse 1: YBS Skola]When I make it I'm going hamFuck ‘round get a LamI need me a big check like Tayvon on the RamsI done sold coca, I done sold gramsI done cashed out on them chickensI meant Uncle SamSoon as I got that bag, had to switch my swagDon't do no Giuseppe, I need Christian Loub'sLook at my outfit, Saint Laurent, check out my shoesSaint Laurent jeans bitch, cost me nine beans bitchEvery day we flexin', gotta keep that protectionDon't need no security, we got our own protectionIf you think ‘bout snatching somethin' hollows what you catchingNFL where I'm from, and Shinners what we reppin'[Hook: YBS Skola]I know I'm gon' make it off this rap shitMe and my niggas can't afford another tragicIf you run up boy, oh I'm gon' let you have itSkola up now, I'ma hold it downSmoke weed by the pound, sip lean by the fourTrappin' hard out the bando, got the gunman by the doorI just hit your girl inside the bando ‘til that pussy soreThen I whacked 100 P's and left residue on the floor[Verse 2: Don Q]I keep a cup full of redI like to crush up my medsI tell that bitch ‘fore you jump in the bedI do not fuck without headTwo point five in the duffelWe made it happen, lil nigga you can't imagineCarty frames when the camera flashingI jump off the back then I'm Fendi swaggin'Pullin' whores, tell Skola bring twenty morePress a button just to lift the doorNiggas drag him ‘til he hit the floorI'm known to grab it ‘fore it hit the store, woahI'm in the foreign with two hoesNigga fake Cubans, we don't do thoseI'm too cold, it's more ‘cause the jewels frozePerkys I chew thoseI keep a knot on me niggaYeah that's a lot on me nigga, yeah, yeahYou got a car on your wrist, well I got a lot on me nigga, yeah, yeahLook what I got on me niggaThey wanna plot on me niggaI sit that bag right on top of you niggaWhere catching a body is more like a hobby to niggas, gang[Hook: YBS Skola]I know I'm gon' make it off this rap shitMe and my niggas can't afford another tragicIf you run up boy, oh I'm gon' let you have itSkola up now, I'ma hold it downSmoke weed by the pound, sip lean by the fourTrappin' hard out the bando, got the gunman by the doorI just hit your girl inside the bando ‘til that pussy soreThen I whacked 100 P's and left residue on the floor