Letras
Ynine Kitchen Gang
Free G. Wade
Trap In Peace my Yuddy Coach
Gang
Fuck 12 Free My Y's
I'm in this bitch with the guys
And all of us live
Wade he stay by my side
For him you will die
And glizzy you know he gonna ride
I just rolled a 3.5
Keeping Yuddy name alive
You know he ah slide
On the stove I'm a god
Turning four into five
Now who want a pie
Tell 'em pull up to the trap
Want it to you
Imma tax
I be moving with a strap
Bunch of shooters in the back
We don't snooze
Never lack
We just trying to get a million
Stashing 100's in the ceiling
All we knew was drug dealing
We should be up in the Guinness
Trapping all them fuckin winters
The only ones did it
Free my big cuz gotti
Caught that body
Just know that he ment
Ain't never hiding
In my projects
Just know that I'm in it
Still ducking scotti
Yelling squally
He know we some menace
Don't try to rob me
Ain't no probably
You know imma click it