Y Bother Talkin' Lyrics

Rick Hyde

Stima

Lyrics to Y Bother Talkin'
Uh
Yeah, nigga
Yeah
Brrt
Uh
Blatt
It's Ricky
Ricky
(Napalm)

If it's money, then I'm hands-on (That money)
I mean what I stand on (Yeah)
Fuck what niggas stand for (Big B the chef, nigga)
You don't want no smoke (Nah)
Brodie and them hands-on (Brrt)
Beef is when the K is drawn
Back against the wall
You ain't got nowhere to go (Blatt, blatt, yeah, uh)
I throw up the peace sign (It's Ricky)
And decorate your street sign (Facts, BSF, nigga)
It's hotter on the east side (It's hotter on the east, nigga)
Even when it's cold (Even bigger BSF, pussy, brrt, yeah)
I throw up the peace sign
And decorate your street sign (Peace, nigga, blatt)
It's hottеr on the east side (Ricky)
Evеn when it's cold (Brrt)

Ain't no mercy for the weak-minded
Keep grinding, you niggas keep crying
Real nigga, ten toes, so I'ma keep shining
Bitch niggas, bitch tendencies, gotta remind 'em
One call, wipe his nose, he got a weak sinus (Blatt)
Black Soprano, throw it up, I got a weak stomach
I'll go put a twenty on thirty 'fore you see me plumbing
Neighborhood watch block party, we had the street jumping
First rule when you in my hood, you better eat something
Video surveillance, imagine you against Ja Morant (Yeah)
Had to quit that shit and start rapping, I gotta take a chance (Yeah)
Coast to coast, they know me, my signature make the people chant (Ricky)
Could've been the people vs. Ricky, now I'm the people champ
Teddy bears and bottles that's empty around the light pole
Live by the gun, die by it, that's just how life go (Doo-doo, doo-doo-doo)
From the dark side of the city like we in night mode
Take the weight off of your person like he got lipo (Haha)
Recognize the car from a distance, now we in fight mode
Forty-seven shots out the Draco look like a lightshow (Brrt)
You see the stones in my three letters, I let my ice glow
They gon' keep on buying as long as I keep the price low (Facts)
Three-way with my big brother lawyer to get his bail dropped (To get his bail dropped)
Should've closed them doors when they opened just like a bellhop (Yeah)
Told the label I'm going vegan and got a kale crop (All out)
Bring them bitches right to your doorstep, fuck a mailbox

If it's money, then I'm hands-on (That money)
I mean what I stand on (Yeah)
Fuck what niggas stand for (Big B the chef, nigga)
You don't want no smoke (Nah)
Brodie and them hands-on (Brrt)
Beef is when the K is drawn
Back against the wall
You ain't got nowhere to go (Blatt, blatt, uh)
I throw up the peace sign
And decorate your street sign (Facts)
It's hotter on the east side (It's hotter on the east, nigga)
Even when it's cold (Yeah)
I throw up the peace sign
And decorate your street sign (Peace, nigga)
It's hotter on the east side (Blatt)
Even when it's cold (Brrt, uh)