Sign Language Lyrics By YG

Sign Language Lyrics By YG
Sign Language Lyrics By YG

 

YG Sign Language Lyrics, We got heaters, smoke, drank, b*tches
Fours, deuces, tres, switches
Riders, money, houses, boats
Notes, uncompromisin’ quotes
Tweakers on Molly, in the Hills livin’
Glocks, scopes, chops with the switches
Ferraris, Richard Millie, models on dope
Four double O, now a n**** want the smoke

I’ma b*ng on b*tch boys (Uh-oh)
Bentley trucks, G wagons, then his b*tch toys
You ain’t say my name in that diss song
b*tch a** n****, that’s not a diss, boy
It’s YG aka Chin-Checker
4Hunnid worth fifty million, I’m a rich stepper
Woah, I might pop out in some leather
Or in some d*ckies like, f*ck your Margiela

Twist your fingers up, b*ng, n****-n****, b*ng (Oh)
Throw up you gang, n****, b*ng, n****-n****, b*ng
What set you claim, n****? b*ng, n****-n****, b*ng
It’s all the same, n****, b*ng, n****-n****, b*ng
Twist your fingers up, b*ng, n****-n****, b*ng (b*ng)
Throw up you gang, n****, b*ng, n****-n****, b*ng (b*ng)
What set you claim, n****? b*ng, n****-n****, b*ng (b*ng)
It’s all the same, n****, b*ng, n****-n****, b*ng (b*ng)

Yeah, b*ng on ’em (b*ng on ’em)
Mr. Gangster with designer, get strange on ’em (Uh-oh)
I hang with the savages, we got rank on ’em (Sacks)
Went from broke to rich, I had to change on ’em (Yeah)
Cherry red, I’m flamed up, cherry red Chucks (Yeah)
On gang, Blood, we don’t do no head up’s

I’m the one they call when they get jammed up
Yellin’ free the gang, we don’t do handcuffs
Big drip, H*es tricks, Glock .9, long clips
b*tch strip-pole gripped on Bloods, I’m with a few Crips
f*ck good, love hard, I burnt out my love chart
Black trucks bulletproof, them Glocks on my security guard

Rich n****, six figures, ain’t sh*t, you b*tch n****
Lit n****, they pay me to pop sh*t, n****
A verse from me is like four or five bricks, n****
And at the video shoot, I do this, n****

Twist your fingers up, b*ng, n****-n****, b*ng (Oh)
Throw up you gang, n****, b*ng, n****-n****, b*ng
What set you claim, n****? b*ng, n****-n****, b*ng
It’s all the same, n****, b*ng, n****-n****, b*ng

Twist your fingers up, b*ng, n****-n****, b*ng (b*ng)
Throw up you gang, n****, b*ng, n****-n****, b*ng (b*ng)
What set you claim, n****? b*ng, n****-n****, b*ng (b*ng)
It’s all the same, n****, b*ng, n****-n****, b*ng (b*ng)

We got heaters, smoke, drank, b*tches
Fours, deuces, tres, switches
Riders, money, houses, boats
Notes, uncompromisin’ quotes
Tweakers on Molly, in the Hills livin’
Glocks, scopes, chops with the switches
Ferraris, Richard Millie, models on dope
Four double O, now a n**** want the smoke