YNL (fast)
Walk up in dis bih like I'm shimmy
I don't wanna die I gotta keep my homies wit me
Can't wait til we Livin lavish right in da city
I started rappin now it's getttin risky
I don't really need no clout for da riches
Gotta figure some shit out for da bizness
And all these hoes come around
Fuck these bitches
How u on da other side aint Standin wit us
You a opp you get shot you a snake
Get ex out
This the mafia
We'll get yo dumb ass slimed out park da car air it out
Run em down
Dead guy
This the diary of a young nigga lifestyle
Designer clothes expensive shoes
Livin lavish doing the things we couldn't do
When i was low on loot
Now a nigga bossed up and i'm only 17
I got no other choice
I gotta keep chasing this cheese
I was dead broke on my own
Bitch u remember me?
Haitian boy in the glasses
Y'all used to size me
Now up
They the main ones who beside me
Ay GG
Can i get a picture
No hoe i'm sorry
Nah I ain't sorry
Nah don't call me
They ain't even nun we gotta talk about
Nah nigga I don't wanna talk about it
I just gotta worry bout myself an make dat money up
I was wit with my brothas in da school
I remember I was new
Now I'm drippin like a pool
Red forces wit da swoosh
Fit checkin I'm 100 outta 10
I'ma keep grinding again
I'm wit gg
This my right hand man
Me n Jay be wildn we be grindin nigga
Anybody got a problem we gon stomp a nigga
Park his car let him run
Ima stop a nigga
Give no fuck real life ima mop a nigga
Ima lay the Nigga down put him on a tee
I ain't care what niggas saying they ain't in my league
I show my niggas you know this the boss team
I ain't care what niggas saying
I got all my green
Feelin all my blues
U niggas actin like sum hoes
Told em what it do
Show em what that glock do
Make it dodado
Like yo bitch got her in a fuckn hola hoop
Got her coming back to me
Every fuckn day
Gotta a bitch on her
Yea she wanna play
Give no fucks what niggas say
I'm really makin bank
I'm really makin bands
These nigga hoes they be talkin like they really fans
Gettin money
Road runnin
Niggas know I roll da dice
All dese niggas keep on talkn
Bitch u must not want yo life
Free my niggas ain't you know we be rolling on dat dice
Gettin money getting paid niggas know we gettin right
Gettin right gettin breeze
Nigga talkn like he real ima put him on a tee
Give no fucks what niggas saying cause they ass ran from me
Niggas know me in the city long live lil
I don't wanna die I gotta keep my homies wit me
Can't wait til we Livin lavish right in da city
I started rappin now it's getttin risky
I don't really need no clout for da riches
Gotta figure some shit out for da bizness
And all these hoes come around
Fuck these bitches
How u on da other side aint Standin wit us
You a opp you get shot you a snake
Get ex out
This the mafia
We'll get yo dumb ass slimed out park da car air it out
Run em down
Dead guy
This the diary of a young nigga lifestyle
Designer clothes expensive shoes
Livin lavish doing the things we couldn't do
When i was low on loot
Now a nigga bossed up and i'm only 17
I got no other choice
I gotta keep chasing this cheese
I was dead broke on my own
Bitch u remember me?
Haitian boy in the glasses
Y'all used to size me
Now up
They the main ones who beside me
Ay GG
Can i get a picture
No hoe i'm sorry
Nah I ain't sorry
Nah don't call me
They ain't even nun we gotta talk about
Nah nigga I don't wanna talk about it
I just gotta worry bout myself an make dat money up
I was wit with my brothas in da school
I remember I was new
Now I'm drippin like a pool
Red forces wit da swoosh
Fit checkin I'm 100 outta 10
I'ma keep grinding again
I'm wit gg
This my right hand man
Me n Jay be wildn we be grindin nigga
Anybody got a problem we gon stomp a nigga
Park his car let him run
Ima stop a nigga
Give no fuck real life ima mop a nigga
Ima lay the Nigga down put him on a tee
I ain't care what niggas saying they ain't in my league
I show my niggas you know this the boss team
I ain't care what niggas saying
I got all my green
Feelin all my blues
U niggas actin like sum hoes
Told em what it do
Show em what that glock do
Make it dodado
Like yo bitch got her in a fuckn hola hoop
Got her coming back to me
Every fuckn day
Gotta a bitch on her
Yea she wanna play
Give no fucks what niggas say
I'm really makin bank
I'm really makin bands
These nigga hoes they be talkin like they really fans
Gettin money
Road runnin
Niggas know I roll da dice
All dese niggas keep on talkn
Bitch u must not want yo life
Free my niggas ain't you know we be rolling on dat dice
Gettin money getting paid niggas know we gettin right
Gettin right gettin breeze
Nigga talkn like he real ima put him on a tee
Give no fucks what niggas saying cause they ass ran from me
Niggas know me in the city long live lil
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Writer(s): Jay N
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