121
Aye, aye, aye
Y-y-y-yeah
121
121 (One)
I don't fuck with 12
Right after one (After one)
Boy I duck the cops
I got to run (I gotta go)
You ain't gone play me like a fucking chump
I do what the fuck I want
When the motha fuck I want
Came to the slop
If you top, then you may get the tongue
Heard you a freak
Man, girl go 'head and show me sum
Cum for me, girl you know I love it
I ain't trippin' just let me touch it
Yeah
How you mean you ain't heard of da team
Man it's kill everything
YSB-SBZ
And I'm wildin' hella childish
And my people actin' modest
They be cheesin'
Grill be shinnin'
And these women straight from college
She be like "oh, you stylin' "
Chico became my stylist
I rock rubber bands, no diamonds
And I'm known to spend that knowledge
I mean, you got it all from the jugg
I got this shit from a book
I stay home with the gang
We got drugs from the crooks
Fuckin' my system up
It's about time you about to give it up
Damn Chynna can we chill or what
Need that gas, girl I fill you up
I'on really know those niggas
Smash like I'on know bitches
Tattoo that YSB
Damn man I'm just fuckin' witchu
Yeah 121, 121 (One)
I don't fuck with 12
Right after one (After one)
Cop pull me over
And I finna run (Skrrt skrrt)
You can fuckin' hear us
You can see us come
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Stay tuned nigga
Starting a new world
SBZ-YSB
Young trap boys in this mothafucka (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Y-y-y-yeah
121
121 (One)
I don't fuck with 12
Right after one (After one)
Boy I duck the cops
I got to run (I gotta go)
You ain't gone play me like a fucking chump
I do what the fuck I want
When the motha fuck I want
Came to the slop
If you top, then you may get the tongue
Heard you a freak
Man, girl go 'head and show me sum
Cum for me, girl you know I love it
I ain't trippin' just let me touch it
Yeah
How you mean you ain't heard of da team
Man it's kill everything
YSB-SBZ
And I'm wildin' hella childish
And my people actin' modest
They be cheesin'
Grill be shinnin'
And these women straight from college
She be like "oh, you stylin' "
Chico became my stylist
I rock rubber bands, no diamonds
And I'm known to spend that knowledge
I mean, you got it all from the jugg
I got this shit from a book
I stay home with the gang
We got drugs from the crooks
Fuckin' my system up
It's about time you about to give it up
Damn Chynna can we chill or what
Need that gas, girl I fill you up
I'on really know those niggas
Smash like I'on know bitches
Tattoo that YSB
Damn man I'm just fuckin' witchu
Yeah 121, 121 (One)
I don't fuck with 12
Right after one (After one)
Cop pull me over
And I finna run (Skrrt skrrt)
You can fuckin' hear us
You can see us come
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Stay tuned nigga
Starting a new world
SBZ-YSB
Young trap boys in this mothafucka (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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Writer(s): Darcy Hawkins
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