Ybs Skola Issues Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah it's forever shit, we livin' at 7-Eleven
Only the strong survive, for sure
You dig?
Elijah

[Chorus]
I'm still ridin' with the pistol
Prayin' that my charge get dismissal
Play with me and you gon' get your issue
Send them through his tissue
Bet that nigga cry just like a bitch do
Talkin' like you know I won't get with you
I'm still ridin' with the pistol
Prayin' that my charge get dismissal
Play with me and you gon' get your issue
Send them through his tissue
Bet that nigga cry just like a bitch do
Talkin' like you know I won't get with you

[Verse 1]
Don't nobody get no pass (No)
We savages and all we fear is feds (Yeah)
And if they get behind us, hit the gas (Skrrt)
Don't tell 'em what's in the stash (No)
These youngins doin' anything for cash (They crazy)
How you gon' rob that bank without no mask? (Damn)
Boy, you that big and bad? (Yeah)
He said, "My nigga, I really need a bag" (Bag)
I got three kids and none of them is fed (They hungry)
And that shit make me mad (For real)
And plus I got my eyes on that new Jag (Skrrt)
The summer time comin', I gotta drag
So I gotta get that cash
He 20 and he f*ckin' with the glass
Ridin' 'round town, he ain't got no mask
But he sure got a pistol
And he laid back, he blowin' grass (Blowin')
See them blue and whites, he gon' smash (Time out)
[Chorus]
I'm still ridin' with the pistol
Prayin' that my charge get dismissal
Play with me and you gon' get your issue
Send them through his tissue
Bet that nigga cry just like a bitch do
Talkin' like you know I won't get with you I'm still ridin' with the pistol
Prayin' that my charge get dismissal
Play with me and you gon' get your issue
Send them through his tissue
Bet that nigga cry just like a bitch do
Talkin' like you know I won't get with you

[Verse 2]
But shorty tryna do good (Good)
Said no when I asked him do he wan' hit the 'Wood? (Good)
Said no when I asked him do he wan' hit the lean? (Nah)
He said he off them things (Damn)
He pulled me over and looked me in the eyes (Ayy, yo)
He said, "Look man, I'm through with slangin' pies" (For real?)
That shit had me surprised
He said, "I'm just so glad to be alive" (Yeah)
I think I'm gon' get me a nine to five
Or get me my own business
Somethin' like assisted livin'
All I could do was nod and say, "I respect your hustle, pimpin'"
He said, "But if you need me, all you gotta do is call" (Hit me)
It ain't no love lost, you gon' always be my dawg (Forever)
Say when it come to you, you know I'm breakin' law
I don't give a f*ck, they give me life behind the wall (None of that shit)
[Chorus]
I'm still ridin' with the pistol
Prayin' that my charge get dismissal
Play with me and you gon' get your issue
Send them through his tissue
Bet that nigga cry just like a bitch do
Talkin' like you know I won't get with you
I'm still ridin' with the pistol
Prayin' that my charge get dismissal
Play with me and you gon' get your issue
Send them through his tissue
Bet that nigga cry just like a bitch do
Talkin' like you know I won't get with you