Alright
Go'n get it
Woo woo, yeah
Man, it's somethin' 'bout this mic, I like how my voice be soundin'
I said mic, not molly
You dig, hold up, I'm recordin' (Hey), don't hang up
And I'm sober as fuck
Gucci, Louis, Fendi, bitch, I'm all about a bag
I just spent 16 hundred dollars on a bag
Got a 40 Glock with a beam, extended mag, uh
It don't got a beam but it still get on your ass, ayy
Fuckin' with Young Nigga World, them boys gon' bust your ass, uh
PNC got me fucked up, they talkin' 'bout add, ayy
I told her I want 20 thousand cash, huh
PNC said, "Hell nah, kiss my ass," oh
Uh, yeah yeah, uh uh, yeah yeah
Uh uh, yeah yeah, all I want is cash cash
Uh uh, yeah yeah, all to pop a bag
I spent 16 hundred on a pack
Now I gotta hit the bank every single day (I'm tired)
YNW, I'm talkin' 'bout Young Nigga Way
Have you ever seen a hundred round on SK? (Never)
Have you ever seen two freaky bitches goin' gay? ('Cause I did)
Have you ever seen a nigga whip up the yay? (No)
I'ma tell you now, you never seen it, you copy (Copper)
I'ma tell you now, you never post in the trap (The trap)
I'ma keep it real 'til the day I collapse
'Til my heart drop to my stomach, I'ma keep spazzin'
I'm a young rich nigga, Maserati and an Aston
I want 'em, I want 'em
Uh, fuck, damn, I don't really like this Maserati truck
I want a Lambo with 18 passenger seats
Your main bitch say she wanna suck a young nigga's meat
It's Melly, baby, and your bitch tryna swallow my skeet
Ooh, ooh, nigga sweet like Reese's Pieces
Gucci, Louis, Fendi, bitch, I'm all about a bag
I just spent 16 hundred dollars on a bag
Got a 40 Glock with a beam, extended mag, uh
It don't got a beam but it still get on your ass, ayy
Fuckin' with Young Nigga World, them boys gon' bust your ass, uh
PNC got me fucked up, they talkin' 'bout add, ayy
I told her I want 20 thousand cash, huh
PNC said, "Hell nah, kiss my ass," oh
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