Yard Act

Studio flow but the trap never closed

Come back with 80 I left off the road

[Verse 1: VL Deck]

I’m with the fool and this

I pull up with hooligans

I really tried punt some

Not with the rookieness

I did that for the boss mane

I’m a vet when taking hits

I go do a show and with the back and get yo block blitzed

Niggas call me Farrakhan

Drive-by’s only increase

White flag wavin’ dead we tappin’ out

We won’t lease

Drop and bash from OT

I ain’t in the state y’all dyin’ in

Be careful what you say ‘cause niggas kill you on assignment

Stick him, stuck the clip in and this bitch got long wind

If you think you super then tell it to my MAC-10

Fuck my rap career let’s crash ‘cause I got bond money

I’m bouta get shot this ain’t rap this how I’m really comin’

Even autograph signin’ boy you know I’m still clutchin’

Rather see my Karma dressed up and coming

So we can shoot this shit out like the movies on western

Tell my kids I died a gangster, long live Dexter, VL Deck

[Refrain: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]

I’m running with some youngsters who gon shake some

How the fuck you say you trappin’ but ain’t make none?

I made a bag off this rappin’ who gon take some?

Baby Joe yeah that’s my family he gon face some

[Chorus: VL Deck & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]

Army guns for niggas that think they want it

Beefin’ with the precinct, the opposition hide from us

I can send a ghost and leave a nigga whole block haunted

Catch two lackin’ and knock em out we call it And 1in

Can’t run from that carbon nigga

Baby Joe offin’ niggas

VL be stalking niggas

And I’m really rich yeah

No I don’t talk to niggas

I come from the trenches

I kill all them niggas

I kill all them niggas

Play with my money I’m cuttin’ his throat

Paint a house he got whacked on a porch

Niggas say what how the fuck do they know?

He fixin’ a hookup I’m sendin’ a dome

Send him a hookup soon as he come home

He go to a show he ain’t makin’ it home

Play wit my gang and I’m bustin’ yo dome

Bleh!

[Verse 2: VL Deck]

I just sent YB a text and told him bitch don’t change on me

Boy you know I'm Kane and you O-Dog of this industry

What you know bout going to war? Buyin sticks for enemies

Many men wish death upon me

Stop the nonsense, a massacre

You niggas touch feet

My killers shoot heroin and they snort til they nose bleed

Know he goin’ to Hell so he kill for his dope need

Can’t go up on a 50 like to bus on a moving speed

[Refrain: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]

I’m running with some youngsters who gon shake some

How the fuck you say you trappin’ but ain’t make none?

I made a bag off this rappin’ who gon take some?

Baby Joe yeah that’s my family he gon face some

[Chorus: VL Deck & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]

Army guns for niggas that think they want it

Beefin’ with the precinct, the opposition hide from us

I can send a ghost and leave a nigga whole block haunted

Catch two lackin’ and knock em out we call it And 1in

Can’t run from that carbon nigga

Baby Joe offin’ niggas

VL be stalking niggas

And I’m really rich yeah

No I don’t talk to niggas

I come from the trenches

I kill all them niggas

I kill all them niggas

Play with my money I’m cuttin’ his throat

Paint a house he got whacked on a porch

Niggas say what how the fuck do they know?

He fixin’ a hookup I’m sendin’ a dome

Send him a hookup soon as he come home

He go to a show he ain’t makin’ it home

Play wit my gang and I’m bustin’ yo dome

Bleh!

Lyrics provided by LRCLIB