Yard Lyrics

I sin so much I be afraid to ask Ra for forgiveness

It's hard to repent when you killin niggas for a livin

From the dress code to these flows I'm killin

Ask yo ho she know I kill it

I'm feelin so high I might dance with the stars

Murder a beat call it life behind bars

I stay fucked up I feel like uncle Charles

Bentley G Bonds nigga I'm goin yard

I woke up feelin like the shit

To legit To quit enough juice for the both of us

Need a sub feelin like Nick Chubb

Bitch i hit da ground runnin and I'm finna tear sumn up

Mothafuck a hater nigga, the man stay fresher than a 9th grader nigga

Yeah da drippin off the chain and I'm here to save the game

And i feel like Louis Lane cuz I'm the closest thang to super mane

Boy im made like a boss, outfit look like i live in da mall

Yeah they call me BG i should go by 3 feet

Cuzza nigga goin yard huuuhhh

Got me feelin like Obama, god dammit mane I'm hotter than a sauna

I make it rain no thunder, I be showin my ass like a god damn plumber

God dayum, eat a beat like dinner, neck and wrist lookin sumn like winter

Underground nigga you can call me master splinter

And my only competition is da man in da mirror boy

fuck what a nigga thank, I'll set a nigga straight

Money all in da bank, I hold da whole hood down like it's section 8

I sin so much I be afraid to ask Ra for forgiveness

It's hard to repent when you killin niggas for a livin

From the dress code to these flows I'm killin

Ask yo ho she know I kill it

I'm feelin so high I might dance with the stars

Murder a beat call it life behind bars

I stay fucked up I feel like uncle Charles

Bentley G Bonds nigga I'm goin yard

Iont talk it ho I walk it in a straight line, u know I'm out here gettin mine

Old bitch I ain't seen since school, probably heard about da dude

And inboxed a nigga hi, bitch u tripping u addicted to a dolla sign

Bitch I'm up, couldn't hit me with a better line

Da mo thangs change the mo they stay da same

Mane a bitch'll come back like Lebron James hair line

Damn, could it be the wrist watch

Look like Mr. Freeze got me in a wrist lock

Yea I keep it dapper dan blowin harder than a fan

Keep it shakin like a can and killin niggas like the klan

Challenge this drip? You dead then nigga

You gon see defeat 2 head kicks nigga

Still actin like a dread head nigga kill a bitch in the sheets that's a red bed nigga

Imma stunna mothafucka it's my job to off a hater

Catch me hangin in the hood like a loose carburetor

Beat da pussy up then Bentley gon forget it

I don't recognize a bitch unless she bucket ass naked

These hos ain't loyal she a fool wit da cock

Drain dat thang to da last drip drop

Catch a real good nut from a real hood slut

Got my hands straight up like twelve on the dot/

I sin so much I be afraid to ask Ra for forgiveness

It's hard to repent when you killin niggas for a livin

From the dress code to these flows I'm killin

Ask yo ho she know I kill it

I'm feelin so high I might dance with the stars

Murder a beat call it life behind bars

I stay fucked up I feel like uncle Charles

Bentley G Bonds nigga I'm goin yard