Y.N.P.S.
This ain't no gimmick, put me on da track, I'll eat it start to da finish
And you know I ain't tripping, but I'm gone keep it real and let you know these n***** bitches
Especially these bitches, they gone fuck you and yo partner
Then go back home to her n****
See me I keep it pimpin, and all my n***** can vouch
They know I keep it fifty plus fifty
Say hold up, wait a minute
Let's talk bout that young n**** down bad ain't had a penny
But now that n**** getting it
And he always popping his shit, I know they hate he got a vision
That be me but bitch you knew that already
And bitch you know I keep it on me I know shit can get wicked
And I ain't beefing wit no n****, I think he just want some leverage
And know my name hold weight shit it's starting to get heavy
Don't fuck with him 'cause he a clever lil stepper
Bandana tied around his head he feeling like Makaveli
Be quiet 'cause he know it ain't no telling
He keep it solid on his end, stand on his word like a reverend
Say what you on, ain't bout no money don't call his phone
And you know just what he on
Get to hitting better go prone n****
Quick to fuck on yo bitch and then send her home n****
Say what the fuck is you on n****
I'm like young n**** young n****, say I'm gone pop my shit
I know that they mad and they hate it that they can't stop my shit
Shawty like my songs say she love it when I drop my shit
I got n***** all in their feelings ain't nothing to drop a bitch
Say I'm gone pop my shit, say I'm gone pop my shit
Say let me pop my shit, and they mad that they can't stop my shit, facts
And you know I ain't tripping, but I'm gone keep it real and let you know these n***** bitches
Especially these bitches, they gone fuck you and yo partner
Then go back home to her n****
See me I keep it pimpin, and all my n***** can vouch
They know I keep it fifty plus fifty
Say hold up, wait a minute
Let's talk bout that young n**** down bad ain't had a penny
But now that n**** getting it
And he always popping his shit, I know they hate he got a vision
That be me but bitch you knew that already
And bitch you know I keep it on me I know shit can get wicked
And I ain't beefing wit no n****, I think he just want some leverage
And know my name hold weight shit it's starting to get heavy
Don't fuck with him 'cause he a clever lil stepper
Bandana tied around his head he feeling like Makaveli
Be quiet 'cause he know it ain't no telling
He keep it solid on his end, stand on his word like a reverend
Say what you on, ain't bout no money don't call his phone
And you know just what he on
Get to hitting better go prone n****
Quick to fuck on yo bitch and then send her home n****
Say what the fuck is you on n****
I'm like young n**** young n****, say I'm gone pop my shit
I know that they mad and they hate it that they can't stop my shit
Shawty like my songs say she love it when I drop my shit
I got n***** all in their feelings ain't nothing to drop a bitch
Say I'm gone pop my shit, say I'm gone pop my shit
Say let me pop my shit, and they mad that they can't stop my shit, facts
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Writer(s): Davon Amaker
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