Yall

Who the fuck is y'all
Bitch My click up
With they stick up all we do is ball
It's a million ways to die
So Don't be choosing wrong
Just don't get involved
I be showing off
I be going off

What you thinking
I just wanna fuck you for the week
What you drinking
Baby girl come closer to me
I'm the king pen
I don't know why hating on me
Ain't no reason
Just don't cross the line
Keep it fine
I be tweaking
What they want though
I'm just in my bag
And I hit it like a free throw
Please don't talk to me hoe
I don't do that face time
She wanna party yeah
She heard it through the great vine
Yeah I took a couple losses
Cause It pays to be the boss
Man this life get exhausting
What it take to accomplish it
What can't I accomplish Shit
I'm just in that mosh pit
Standing on they necks
Hope you don't mind that I flex
Looking at my wrist oh no
You gone meet the diamonds on my fist
For show
Looking the neck and my wrist so cold
They be Looking at my neck and at my wrist cause its cold

Who the fuck is y'all
Bitch My click up
With they stick up
All we do is ball
It's a million ways to die
So Don't be choosing wrong
Just don't get involved
I be showing off
I be going off

Who the fuck is y'all
Bitch My click up
With they stick up
all we do is ball
It's a million ways to die
So Don't be choosing wrong
Just don't get involved
I be showing off
I be going off



Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Driver Ii
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