[Intro: Mephis Sample]
Tonight, death walks again, in this evil house
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[Verse 1: YGN Sinnerz]
All of my fam be stashing', we 'bout that action
We finna 'cause a disaster
Run up on me and I'm blastin' you to bits, That's provoked assault
Now we're chanting "come back Legion"
I don't fuck with you, you're all average
I play target practice, call it a Sin
I tell you mentally
You're not sane enough for me
If you can't understand my brain
Ayy, I do it for Midnight
Run up on me
And I'm screaming it's a Nightmare
Just like Pac-Man, biting dust
We pull out the Uzi's
Tell humanity don't consume our mentality, Already fucked in the head
You all wanna be the ones
Taking down the oppression
But that's my shift
Followed by Ezzy
All of the crew be dapping
When we reach out
We just hear "Huh, uh, I don't care"
What'd she say?
I tell that bitch talk to the piece
[Verse 2: YGN Dripmasterz]
Huh-whuh-yuh
Democrat-Demorat yuh
Where you motherfuckers at
Huh throw a motherfucking
Bullet yo' way
Yuh hunt you bitches down
See you scream
Scramble cry
Yuh off my face
I love to see you cry
Huh, I love to see you cry
Yuh, don't fuck with me
Cuz I bag off yo' tears, wuh
We jus' commited a mass-shooting
We jus' got away with murder
Yuh, we jus' ended the liberals
We jus' saved America, yuh
But she cry, yuh, yeah she cried
Don't fuck with me
Jus' commited a mass shooting
I'm the mafia on this shit
Yeah she cried, yeah
Yeah she just cried
[Verse 3: YGN Squadz]
We 'boutta cause a disaster
My piece
Got your mothafuckin name imprinted
Finna turn you into a ghost
Now they should call you Connor
Like a book we owning that chapter
He ain't got no humanity
Only lust
But I'm a fucking decider of fate
You can just call me Grim Reaper at this point, like Dahmer we feasting on your bits
Four hundred rounds
Then I shoot up the mall
Moving too slow
But it's time to go faster
Look at the lights in the distance
You know you fucked up
And that's your fuckup
Finna get the SWAT after the Undead Army
I just popped a grave
Let's start taking notes
Guess I can apply to Duke
Professor of reaping
You talkin' too loud so lower your tone
They want me to fall but I ain't gon' trip
You talkin' real crazy, get stabbed in the hip
You wanted a lesson but here's a tip
Young Grown Nation, we up in this bitch
You can't fuck wit' us
'Cause I heard you a mothafuckin' snitch
Up on my dick, since Vibez got clapped, Aye
Undead Army
Geah that's my motherfuckin' clique
40 clips in your skull
Leave you for the fishes
Geah Young Vibez
Be proud of your accomplishment
Helping psycho's see light
Bitches jus' scream, "oh fuck, it's Squadz!"
Mothafuckas fear the Reaper, not the Ghost
Got two 44's with me
Then a K, so this is a triple threat
But got three homies by my side
That's a Quad Threat
Geah!
[Verse 4: YGN Knucklz]
I'm so fucked up on the inside
I'm so used to showing the outside
And I'mma let him cum on the insiiiiii-ya!
I'mma let the beat-drop
Pull up on a fucking bitch
Let the 43 drop
Gonna cop that motivation
Like it's candy out a van ya
Hubby loves me
Even tho I think he's faded, geah
Pull my smile into a one-eighty
We got big-booms, 21's and now bro
Big booms
Make the gloom go away
Volunteers line up
Cuz Ezzy is cleaning
Depression is fading, yuh
Better line up, and play the game now
But don't go
Digging up our back yard
Might catch a body or two
[Verse 5: YGN KGlockz]
Hm, mm, ayy
Young Grown Nation, ayy
Young Grown Nation
Ayy, I just bought the piece
Kids actin' like they 'bout it
Boy until it's hammer time
And Sinnerz gon' ride for me
In his pocket is dead iron
One call, I get 'em gone
We power-playing
People running their mouths
Boy you better, what you get into?
I got a couple Glocks
If you talkin' indirectly, this ain't a warning, it's a threat
Gloves on, all black
Dump them in with the gators
Raleigh full of cold-play, we're just savages
This a throwaway
I know they can't trace what is already dead
Your family, they won't think twice
I put that knife in her, and I call it art
You got a piece, so do I
But I hold no regrets
And you can look me in my eyes
We ain't the same kind
We 'bout that purge, but you are toxic
And the clip as long as a selfie-stick
If you ain't talkin' about guns for hire
You're for us
And baby, this isn't merc-shit
It's a whole family of reapers
Tryna say that she love me, I'm intelligent
All these pipsqueaks amateurs
I'm a vet
Stick came with a stoop, better get it quick
Picture perfect, that's a TikTok
A Young Nation spazz we don't do no talkin'
My young spazzin, no talkin'
Don't do no talkin', don't do no talkin'
My young-
My Young Undead Army', they don't do no talkin
Just screaming, woo!
[Outro: YGN KGlockz]
YGN is out the house! Thank you devils!
