[Yung Bleu]
(Al Geno on the track)
It was never 'posed to be this way
[Yung Bleu]
Count a million every time I blink, yeah
She wanna fuck me for the Cuban links, yeah
Two hundred thousand got my lawyer workin', yeah
Flipped off the DA when I heard the verdict, yeah
Look past the surface, you might see me well
We ship the work, that's why my nigga got a CDL
Straight through the mail, bullet shells got me traumatized
Runnin' through racks, gotta watch my back, can't see my mama cry
[Yung Bleu]
Yeah, yeah
She just want a lacefront and some mink lashes
But she can't get nothin' but the D just like I'm barely passin'
Young nigga swervin' in that Bentley like I'm 'bout to crash it
I'm out in Cali with the gang, I'm smokin' Calabasas
I went too hard in this shit, I got my boys in this bitch
And you might think we goin' fishin', we got rods in this bitch
You ain't makin' no noise in this bitch 'cause we gon' blow your head to pieces
Like a racist cop, I might just shoot you if you get to reachin'
Four in the morning, get to creepin'
Nigga, they yawnin' and they sleepin'
My hitman just like a deacon, this shit turn me to a demon
Niggas told me this my season, I ain't turned back yet
Gotta feed my niggas, so I run up a check, yeah
My young niggas get a whole lot of guap, yeah
I might get you hit just for playin' on my top, yeah
Rylo, that's my dawg, he put on for his block, yeah
[Rylo Rodriguez]
My chains hittin' like the sun, they think my jeweler from Phoenix
They ask why you in Palm Angels while you ridin' in a Demon?
Even though we be ???[1:28] that lil' ho swallow my semen
Free Duke and Juice, my niggas Bloods down the road like ???
Grew up by myself, don't even wanna die alone
Bill with T-Mobile, but I spent way more money on this styrofoam
They say lil' mama fire just like some ashes, yeah, yeah
I was thinkin' 'bout him every time I see some matches, yeah, damn
That nigga was speakin' on my name, fifty thousand on my chain
He said the last one was ???[1:47]
Six-figure nigga, I'm still on the block
Two hundred on my car dash like I'm Travis Scott
Two hundred on my car dash like I'm Kanye West
[Yung Bleu]
Count a million every time I blink, yeah
She wanna fuck me for the Cuban links, yeah
Two hundred thousand got my lawyer workin', yeah
Flipped off the DA when I heard the verdict, yeah
Look past the surface, you might see me well
We ship the work, that's why my nigga got a CDL
Straight through the mail, bullet shells got me traumatized
Runnin' through racks, gotta watch my back, can't see my mama cry
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