You & I (feat. R.T.R Wan)

Yuh Yuh, I'm Dyl huh Yuh, Yuh, Yuh I dropped out of school, I said f*ck my class Can't tell me shit, don't got no rules I'm talm bout this and that Why you always mad? Stressing, you ain't got no racks Cut you off but seen you pop yo shit, I think I want you back Th-think I want you back now I'm Dyl, I got racks now You talk down on Dyl, G-gen five I don't needa smack ya Tryn get bro'nem out that field, he still serving packs now She geeked up, up off these pills, I told her relax now Yea, stop Yo bitch thick but her face chopped I-I got red keys and blues in my pockets, they think I'm the cops How you think that you leave me behind? I brought you to the top She like me more than her nigga, she just asked me can we swap Yuh, can we swap hoes Dig in, just like pothole Flexing on yo insta that shit rented that shit not yours Let a hunnid shots up at his window, think they got bro Girly wanna see my phone she said I know you got hoes She said you got hoes On my side Down to ride Pop percs, it's me and you Me and you, it's you and I I do not feel right when you not by my side I-I can't picture myself without you being down to ride I be dead inside, I pop these percs I feel alive Don't know how I just fantasize, when you just tell these lies I dropped out of school, I said f*ck my class Can't tell me shit, don't got no rules I'm talm bout this and that Why you always mad? Stressing, you ain't got no racks C-cut you off but seen you pop yo shit, I think I want you back Poured my heart out to this girl, but I had fell back And she told me all that shit, but I know it's cap Yuh, pop a perc don't show emotion, I rock all black If he dissing, tell em ima catch his ass, den I'm gone up racks Yuh, I get off these drugs I feel my best, I don't want stress I was down nobody wanna help, when I get it ima flex I get off these drugs, the only time I really feel the best Ima sign that deal, put RTR around my neck It's Wan Yuh, it's Wan & Dyl, yea Wan & Dyl