Yus Gz – PG-13 (Instrumental) (Prod. By Elias Beats)

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Yus Gz – PG-13 (Instrumental)
(Produced By Elias Beats)
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PG-13 Lyrics by Yus Gz

(Verse)
I catch a Flock and I’m makin’ him dance
Smokin’ his mans and the other one ran
Like PG-13, no that gun didn’t jam
If they slide, better throw at his mans
Like Dougie got shot, I was yellin’ out damn
Why he bluffin’? I ain’t even blam
They thought that they hot when they crashin’ the van
Set Da Trend you a bitch, bullets pop make em’ dance
Like, Grahh
You the face of the Bronx? Like how?
Go get back for ya mans
Like wit’ JayRip hollows scrape your hands
That’s on bro, Kay Kay seen me and he didn’t even blam
How you lie on that man?
Kay Kay you know what I had in my pants
I done put all in thе can, Like I don’t got no opps, all these niggas is fans
Thеy like Yus cool, bitch I’m a demon go Koo’
Like Bluetooth, bullets connect when we threw
Like wit’ JayRip, I don’t know where you threw
Like free shhh, he done clicked on the crew
Bodies and bodies, like shit got the flu
My lil’ thottie go line em’, knock him out his shoes
Big EBS, how they talkin’ on Woo?
Spin through the Mitch, I’ma throw like 2
How you a stomper? You ain’t even step
I catch a Flocka, leave him out of breath
JB we did it, we smokin’ they next
When I roll down the window, I see him get stretched
Like I go dumb, I go Koo with the TEC
Show no remorse, I don’t show no respect
Like Bobby, R.I.P they done went out the best
Like they know my body, I’m big EBS
Like I’ma keep clickin’ till I’m goin deaf
We go ooter for ooter, we see him get stretched
Like at the light, bullets rip through his flesh
Mezzy, blamed it on him and [?]
Like [?], rip and we smokin’ they deads
Like free Sha Gz, he done upped it and fled
Like that’s on bro I keep one in the head
Bend through the Mitch, tryna leave em’ on read
Like, Kay Flock like what? Rah had him duckin’ his taco
Brody keep clickin’ till that nigga John Doe
Don’t run, don’t run
He don’t know where the shots go
Like I call EK, he slide on [?]
Bullets go hit him, knock him out his taco
Like beam on on the blick, try to run like [?]
Like R.I.P Rah, we ain’t talkin’ on Paco