YUNG BLUD (Interlude)
Run around town
Windows down
College bitches looking foul
What now
Got a .40 on my lap
And then a 30 in my smile
I will never settle for these
Fucking bitches personality
So vile
Life is always so simple as a child
Only few more days
Until the free trial has expired
18 and life to go
What the fuck
This shit is wild
Contemplatin' and
Arrangin' the spray paintin'
Of my brain onto the pavement
And the tile
When I resurrect
I'm gonna rip the teeth
Right out your mouth
Well I smoke a cigarette
Bad bitch, give me head
Ima puff it, Ima pass it
Ima ash it
Ima ash this motherfucker
On the back end of this bad bitch
W-Wanting now I've had it
But to bad that hoe is average
Shit is tragic
But she's still say Brando's magic
Six feat underneath
Bitch I'm coming from the south
You'll love the taste of lead
When you open up your
Fucking mouth
Forget to mention my 1911
Clip Extended
I take my broomstick
I shoot it
Sent nobody to heaven
Heart so cold
That I hold
Up my heater, yeah
And this ain't no Dyson
Its a 9mm, yeah
Brando trapping out the black mist
With the white wrist
Resurrected from the void, bitch
These bitches ain't built like this
I'm a telephone terrorist
It might be funny
All this money ain't inheritance
Yung Blood
Off the drugs
Mad purple in my cup
After that you hit the dome
And never really give a fuck
Windows down
College bitches looking foul
What now
Got a .40 on my lap
And then a 30 in my smile
I will never settle for these
Fucking bitches personality
So vile
Life is always so simple as a child
Only few more days
Until the free trial has expired
18 and life to go
What the fuck
This shit is wild
Contemplatin' and
Arrangin' the spray paintin'
Of my brain onto the pavement
And the tile
When I resurrect
I'm gonna rip the teeth
Right out your mouth
Well I smoke a cigarette
Bad bitch, give me head
Ima puff it, Ima pass it
Ima ash it
Ima ash this motherfucker
On the back end of this bad bitch
W-Wanting now I've had it
But to bad that hoe is average
Shit is tragic
But she's still say Brando's magic
Six feat underneath
Bitch I'm coming from the south
You'll love the taste of lead
When you open up your
Fucking mouth
Forget to mention my 1911
Clip Extended
I take my broomstick
I shoot it
Sent nobody to heaven
Heart so cold
That I hold
Up my heater, yeah
And this ain't no Dyson
Its a 9mm, yeah
Brando trapping out the black mist
With the white wrist
Resurrected from the void, bitch
These bitches ain't built like this
I'm a telephone terrorist
It might be funny
All this money ain't inheritance
Yung Blood
Off the drugs
Mad purple in my cup
After that you hit the dome
And never really give a fuck
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Thayer
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