[Intro]
Haha. yeah. Y.C. back
Time to load up...
What the fuck I look like lettin em catch me down bad?
I stay wit that thang im a General baby!
[HOOK]
Slang dope, weight work, GENERAL! SALUTE ME!
Toolied down, doin dirt, GENERAL! SALUTE ME!
Youngin's gutta, put in work, GENERAL! SALUTE ME!
Salute me and my fuckin squad or death is how u do me!
[Verse.1]
Its Y.C. the General
Out the joint and so milicious
Boys say they gangsta
But they reputation is fictitious
Braggin about them misdemenors
Wit these felony offences
Did my dirt and did my time
Most dirt u did was mommas dishes
Stay the fuck up out the kitchen
U ain't whippin birds son
U ain't bout that fuckin life
U ain't totin fuckin guns
U ain't caught no fuckin case
And u ain't on the run
So quit wit all that fakin shit
Man these boys are clearly nun'
Back up on my gangsta shit
Y.C. u been gone a minute
I been on that club shit
But right now I am back off in it
Had to make my name loud
Loud like kushie no midget
Had to get my money right
Throw the work in the pot and whip it
[Hook]
[Verse.2]
Workin like the octomom
Eight babies like inside the kitchen
Throw the 4 into the bubbles
Now ya boy be water whippin
Youngin's on the corner block
Sacked up, strapped down
Step wrong to my lil homies
Straps up, and cash out
Fourteen,fifteen,sixteen, younger
And them boyz they wild out
Run in the crib masked up
Now everybody file out
Me, my homies street boy
Now what we need to lie about
Test us if u want
Is that worth enough to die about
Hit the throttle ridin out
Do u like lil jojo boy
Stuntin talkin shit
On my clique that is a no no boy
Hollerin out like ho ho boy
Four-five out my waistband
Hit him in the face man
And dump him in the wasteland
[Hook]
[Verse.3]
Damn what the fuck
Homie just got indicted
Photo shoot bitch
Man the feds is to excited
Got them pro flicks
And ain't no way that he can fight it
But my boy just made his bond
Copped some white and kept on grindin
Tell me what the fuck you do
Feds on ya ass
Cell phone tapped, house wired, traces on the cash
BANG! BANG!
Investigation on ya ass
Wet u and ya clique
Water park clips when I pass
But I just keep gettin it
On a daily basis
Grindin to the top
Another playa in the game racin
And if u standin in my way
U make fuckin front page
I ain't playin no games pussy
Get the fuck from out my face!
[Hook]
Haha. yeah. Y.C. back
Time to load up...
What the fuck I look like lettin em catch me down bad?
I stay wit that thang im a General baby!
[HOOK]
Slang dope, weight work, GENERAL! SALUTE ME!
Toolied down, doin dirt, GENERAL! SALUTE ME!
Youngin's gutta, put in work, GENERAL! SALUTE ME!
Salute me and my fuckin squad or death is how u do me!
[Verse.1]
Its Y.C. the General
Out the joint and so milicious
Boys say they gangsta
But they reputation is fictitious
Braggin about them misdemenors
Wit these felony offences
Did my dirt and did my time
Most dirt u did was mommas dishes
Stay the fuck up out the kitchen
U ain't whippin birds son
U ain't bout that fuckin life
U ain't totin fuckin guns
U ain't caught no fuckin case
And u ain't on the run
So quit wit all that fakin shit
Man these boys are clearly nun'
Back up on my gangsta shit
Y.C. u been gone a minute
I been on that club shit
But right now I am back off in it
Had to make my name loud
Loud like kushie no midget
Had to get my money right
Throw the work in the pot and whip it
[Hook]
[Verse.2]
Workin like the octomom
Eight babies like inside the kitchen
Throw the 4 into the bubbles
Now ya boy be water whippin
Youngin's on the corner block
Sacked up, strapped down
Step wrong to my lil homies
Straps up, and cash out
Fourteen,fifteen,sixteen, younger
And them boyz they wild out
Run in the crib masked up
Now everybody file out
Me, my homies street boy
Now what we need to lie about
Test us if u want
Is that worth enough to die about
Hit the throttle ridin out
Do u like lil jojo boy
Stuntin talkin shit
On my clique that is a no no boy
Hollerin out like ho ho boy
Four-five out my waistband
Hit him in the face man
And dump him in the wasteland
[Hook]
[Verse.3]
Damn what the fuck
Homie just got indicted
Photo shoot bitch
Man the feds is to excited
Got them pro flicks
And ain't no way that he can fight it
But my boy just made his bond
Copped some white and kept on grindin
Tell me what the fuck you do
Feds on ya ass
Cell phone tapped, house wired, traces on the cash
BANG! BANG!
Investigation on ya ass
Wet u and ya clique
Water park clips when I pass
But I just keep gettin it
On a daily basis
Grindin to the top
Another playa in the game racin
And if u standin in my way
U make fuckin front page
I ain't playin no games pussy
Get the fuck from out my face!
[Hook]
( Yung_Crucial )
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