No Yerkys (feat. Yungdmack & Rip $picee)
I ain't popping no yerkys
Wanna fight we gon shoot the 30
These hands make him tweet like a birdie
Been at the bottom these words never hurt me
Am I worthy
To be at the top number 1
Feel like a star I'm a sun
Big yrk young Rich in the bunch
You know I will never go run
Try to run you get shot in the back
When I run up I'm taking ya tech
Post it in pictures you know I'm up Next
Act a fool when I move imma flex
When I come through you know it's a movie
Showing out got me dripping in gucci
Spin the block 2 times like I'm Toosii
Got me telling my story like boosie
I'm stealing ya chicken ya sesame
Why she always come Nxt to me
She all on my body and touching my sexually
I got all the sauce got the recipe
We used to friends now you is my enemy
Never knew you be fake
Used to give you money food up on your plate
Now i knew you was slimy turned into a snake
And I dropped that lil nigga we finna go spin it
Don't talk to me if it ain't none bout the digits
Talking that shit lil nigga you dead
I'm finna cut up that lil boy he Fred
I can't fuck with hoes I swear I cant be no couple goals
I'm a super boomer ate the perk even thought it was old
I'm no bitch and you know a nigga ain't never finna fold
In the bed and popping oxis
Talking that shit pussy boy don't you try me
I got your bitch in the crib she finna slime me
Oo ahh with the shits
Fe fi fo fung I got a drake and it came with a drum
1234 I got a blick so get on the floor
Abcd I got a glock and it came with a beam
Twinkle twinkle little star we find your chain you won't go far
Perfect timing that's the gang
Play wit us we snatch your chain
Run up you gone hear that bang
In the srt switching lanes
On my side gotta keep a knocks
Cause these niggas be moving so wock
Like tayk I love my chop
And if he talking we blowing his block
Open up his can just like he is a top
Ya boys be snitching don't mess with the opps
Hold on 2 6 i don't talk to the cops
Wearing red bottoms and Prada my socks
People always playing with me knocking at my door so I'm keeping my knock
I ain't popping no yerkys
Wanna fight we gon shoot the 30
These hands make him tweet like a birdie
Been at the bottom these words never hurt me
Am I worthy
To be at the top number 1
Feel like a star I'm a sun
Big yrk young Rich in the bunch
You know I will never go run
I be feeling so special
Been at the top of a point like a pencil
I be moving so mental
The diamonds go retarted point at your temple
I be feeling like Sheff cause I am a g
Am I'm cooking it up
Feel like roddy no Milwaukee but I'm counting the bucks
Wanna fight we gon shoot the 30
These hands make him tweet like a birdie
Been at the bottom these words never hurt me
Am I worthy
To be at the top number 1
Feel like a star I'm a sun
Big yrk young Rich in the bunch
You know I will never go run
Try to run you get shot in the back
When I run up I'm taking ya tech
Post it in pictures you know I'm up Next
Act a fool when I move imma flex
When I come through you know it's a movie
Showing out got me dripping in gucci
Spin the block 2 times like I'm Toosii
Got me telling my story like boosie
I'm stealing ya chicken ya sesame
Why she always come Nxt to me
She all on my body and touching my sexually
I got all the sauce got the recipe
We used to friends now you is my enemy
Never knew you be fake
Used to give you money food up on your plate
Now i knew you was slimy turned into a snake
And I dropped that lil nigga we finna go spin it
Don't talk to me if it ain't none bout the digits
Talking that shit lil nigga you dead
I'm finna cut up that lil boy he Fred
I can't fuck with hoes I swear I cant be no couple goals
I'm a super boomer ate the perk even thought it was old
I'm no bitch and you know a nigga ain't never finna fold
In the bed and popping oxis
Talking that shit pussy boy don't you try me
I got your bitch in the crib she finna slime me
Oo ahh with the shits
Fe fi fo fung I got a drake and it came with a drum
1234 I got a blick so get on the floor
Abcd I got a glock and it came with a beam
Twinkle twinkle little star we find your chain you won't go far
Perfect timing that's the gang
Play wit us we snatch your chain
Run up you gone hear that bang
In the srt switching lanes
On my side gotta keep a knocks
Cause these niggas be moving so wock
Like tayk I love my chop
And if he talking we blowing his block
Open up his can just like he is a top
Ya boys be snitching don't mess with the opps
Hold on 2 6 i don't talk to the cops
Wearing red bottoms and Prada my socks
People always playing with me knocking at my door so I'm keeping my knock
I ain't popping no yerkys
Wanna fight we gon shoot the 30
These hands make him tweet like a birdie
Been at the bottom these words never hurt me
Am I worthy
To be at the top number 1
Feel like a star I'm a sun
Big yrk young Rich in the bunch
You know I will never go run
I be feeling so special
Been at the top of a point like a pencil
I be moving so mental
The diamonds go retarted point at your temple
I be feeling like Sheff cause I am a g
Am I'm cooking it up
Feel like roddy no Milwaukee but I'm counting the bucks
Credits
Writer(s): Ruben Meghie
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