Yg - Dangerous Lyrics

Dangerous Song Lyrics
Dangerous by Yg We on that gang sh*t, splat his brain sh*t
Hit his main b**ch, gang sh*t
Slidin' with the blicky, ridin' dangerous
Apesh*t, every day sh*t, I'm tryna quake sh*t
Straight b**ch, how you in the pen without no makeshift?
Straight b**ch, niggas turn pussy on that Mace sh*t
Fake b**ch, I don't wanna f**k her, she got facelift
Lane switch, I ain't raw runnin' on that late shift
Claim to be a killer but double back with the same clique, woah

How you sellin' coochie but ain't made sh*t, huh?
Thirty days are better at the Days Inn, yeah
f**k taggin' on your wall, nigga, we sprayin' sh*t
Put all the opps on a cot, we be layin' sh*t
And we poppin' up any sucker we catch poppin' out
And her partner booty is bigger so I'ma swap 'em out
I don't sip with peasants, these niggas' sodas be watered down
We ain't finna argue on Insta', that sh*t is not allowed
YSL pants on, blicky on me poppin' out
We chase niggas down with Glock-9s for chasin' clout
b**ch, we some thugs, we sellin' drugs, f**k is a drought?
How he a stepper when we stomped him out? (Ooh)

We on that gang sh*t, splat his brain sh*t
Hit his main b**ch, gang sh*t
Slidin' with the blicky, ridin' dangerous
Apesh*t, every day sh*t, I'm tryna quake sh*t
Straight b**ch, how you in the pen without no makeshift?
Straight b**ch, niggas turn pussy on that Mace sh*t
Fake b**ch, I don't wanna f**k her, she got facelift
Lane switch, I ain't raw runnin' on that late shift
Claim to be a killer but double back with the same clique

They ain't really killers, these niggas b**ches (b**ch-ass niggas)
When you pull up to my hood, you see glizzies with a bunch of switches (Brra)
AR-15s holdin' hundreds and a lot of fifties
How I'm movin' dolo in your city? Killers rockin' with me (They rockin' with me)
Ayy, bullet-proof GLE, bunch of shottas with me (Shottas with me)
Call a nigga "NLE," keep that chopper with me (Let's go)
b**ch I bless 'em, I ain't sneeze, I just cock and squeeze (Cock it back)
And his b**ch with YG and a lot of Ps (Gang)
Hell gang, Boppa died, we threw a lot of Bs (Gang)
I ain't speakin' rap beef, only Glockenese (Boom)
Gotta high-five opps 'cause they all dead (All dead)
Shoot a nigga arm, leg, leg, arm, head

We on that gang sh*t, splat his brain sh*t
Hit his main b**ch, gang sh*t
Slidin' with the blicky, ridin' dangerous
Apesh*t, every day sh*t, I'm tryna quake sh*t
Straight b**ch, how you in the pen without no makeshift?
Straight b**ch, niggas turn pussy on that Mace sh*t
Fake b**ch, I don't wanna f**k her, she got facelift
Lane switch, I ain't raw runnin' on that late shift
Claim to be a killer but double back with the same clique