York Blvd (feat. Vanity)

She want me to stick around
But I'm too obstinate
I got a comma for lil shordy's body count
Bro got a Nina we blast and we offing it
Shordy gon straddle the kid
Like a jockey mount
And yes I've been working on dying
But i still got one in the head
And I'm itching to air it out
She was losing her breath
So I pulled out and bust on her chest like a H Cup
Started with molly now you niggas H'd up
Used to lil bro me but bro I dun aged up
Quit all that capping I swear that shit played up
And I take your bitch and conceal her no make up
I passed her back and I told her to make up
This is just my life it's some shit you can't make up
Play with me shit can get dreadful Jamaica
Wake up
We got some hundreds to rake up

The plater from Giorgio baldi
Shordy be sipping Bacardi but working at 10
Tryna make sure that I leave enough paper
For all of my niggas still stuck in the pen
Feel like I needa repent
For all of the shade that sent
Or the girls that bent
Over the table
Like all of the deals that we want you to see
Throw you off of the scent

I'm checking your numbers
That shit is a downward descent
I'm not the type that would just put the nail in your coffin
I'll line that shit up with cement
I know I'm the one they resent
I keep all the bread to myself
And I let it ferment
I might just tag you IG next time that I post and caption it
"where my percent?"

If I ain't write it I swear I ain't rapping it
She want some kids so she don't want me wrapping it
I may just collect her brain ain't no tappin' it
British bitch she get real wet like a tap innit
I beat it up on the floor on the laminate
Nigga I'm sick with this flow I'm contaminant
Big Glock on me leave a nigga inanimate
All of this pressure I'm under is worthwhile
Cause a nigga gon' make it now
Put a hole in his stomach like he giving birth now
Yeah the nigga didn't make it out
And the feds asking questions
They wanna know the dirt now
But a nigga can't give it up
You want money?
Then you gotta put in the work now
In the future I'll live it up yeah
Remember them bitches they all used to swerve me
Now they shipping me with some models like amazon
I can't believe that Yvng Vain is the dapper don
Niggas just lie to me this shit a cap-a-thon
And I represent for all my dawgs who can't be here
Need a bitch with lots of money like BIA
To the ones who said
"Yvng Vain you could be here"
Rapping was a good idea, thanks

The plater from Giorgio baldi
Shordy be sipping Bacardi but working at 10
Tryna make sure that I leave enough paper
For all of my niggas still stuck in the pen
Feel like I needa repent
For all of the shade that sent
Or the girls that bent
Over the table
Like all of the deals that we want you to see
Throw you off of the scent



Credits
Writer(s): Steven Lova
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