Money Man – High Y lyrics

Lets get it, High Y X9

MoneyMan
High Y High Y High Y for bro TY
Disrespect TY and that's how a nigga die
I tried to tell a couple of people coolout said Die Y
Them fuck niggas going die for try'na drop a Y.x2
[RoRo]
High Y High Y that's all a nigga know I'm RoRo from the dro
Put the pole up to his nose, he die y he just gonna die EBK that's to my heart, free them guys up out that can, high y high y im'a say that shit again high y that's till I die
Rip my broski Pac rip my broski Mac for OB I drill with mac
I put on for my block I put on for my set riding round with them tec's make it rain niggas wet TYMOB thats me shoutout to my bro 23 I be busting off the shit DRO styling in this bitch shoutout to the opposition fuck the case can't do no sentence man down then kill the witness hot head that's what they call him we come whack him with revolvers hollow heads in the gun hit his head now he done we on dummy just for fun when u see the y's u all ready no to get your gun fuck the other side



[MoneyMan]

High Y gotta keep that pole alot of niggas they fake they ain't really in the field they ain't shootin them Glock's they ain't shootin no opps i dont fuck with new niggas cause my team high y rip TY and ill drill for my squad and i love my squad and I'm rocking hard run up on EBT leave a nigga like DOC leave him In a sandbox and I'm smoking on Tooka that rugar a do ya them niggas is losing and I'm still die l's screaming fuck shondale and I'm posted on the 5 8thaway dead end leave these hoes no chance so u sucking or what rip OBAMA a man down on the 7 his ass sitting in heavan now thats a big lesson this niggas ain't tough they ain't really die y in this hood high y for only TY suck a nigga east side 800 they hoes they ain't really in the field high y high y lets get it