[Verse 1: yvngxchris] Uh-uh, yeah He shot first when we get back Shoot up the party, we fuck up the kickback I have my niggas pull up where you live at And my niggas purgin', we hop out Suburbans like Kyrie Irving by the way I'ma spin back I feel like a waiter, these bullets I'm servin', I pull that bitch out then I aim at your six-pack Servin' these bullets, I heard it was Christmas, we decorate your block with bullets I put on my mask and I put on my hoodie, I pray to God that nobody got the footage I'm pullin' up slow and I roll down the window, I pass me an opp, I'm not afraid to pull it And we givin' him shots like a camera, just like the picture, you know that boy yvngxchris took it (Yeah, yvngxchris took it) If you scared, get a dog, nigga Shoot him in his leg and I told him, "Shake it off, nigga" Do that nigga like Dwayne, I'ma get him rocked, nigga You ain't really nothin' but a Shade Room blog nigga Take her back to telly, get her gone with him Tryna get a milf, might as well bring your mom with you Put that bitch up on the bed, then I long dick her Take a nigga whip, back then, used to rob niggas Yeah, way back then, used to rock niggas Way back then, used to do what I had to Nowadays, I got a thousand of bitches but way back when, I was broke, I just had to
[Interlude: yvngxchris] Damn, homie In high school, bitch, I'm the man, homie This shit is lit
[Verse 2: yvngxchris] Now I'm rockin' the Belacartes with the Rick Yeah, my money be flippin', twerkin', do a split I'ma cut that boy like a surgeon, he a bitch Or just put that lil' bag on your head, you get hit They was just hatin', now on my dick (Got Johnny Dang, all on my wrist) Cop me a chain, it cost a brick Shorty a fan, she want a pic' And I'm rockin' designer, I drop me a couple of bands on this fit Why that boy in the house like he Cory? He postin' 'em bands on his story, that boy is a lick I don't talk, better talk to the forty, I link with your shorty, that thot finna give me the spits I'm droppin' a bag when I'm shoppin', when that nigga yvngxchris walk in, these niggas turn bitch
[Verse 3: Lil Yachty] Do it myself, no assist (On God) Walk in that bitch with a limp, told that bitch, "I don't kiss" Knowin' I'm [?] at least (Cap) Got my lil' dawg or a lawyer to put him in a blitz Knowin' he'll still a bid (Yeah) But them folks was givin' 'em death, so anything is better than that (Oh) I want my dog and a cat (Ice) Post cellphones, all both, thank God I ain't stuck in the trap, I used to scam before rap (Damn) Rich hill sticks, got a cost on chops (Damn) I just got me a switch, might go buy me a bitch (Damn) [?] on bands, offset, [?] on spot Belly up in the Ritz, I fell in love with my wrist (Eee) Twenty-four years, I stomped on Earth, I ain't ask for shit, ain't have a pot for piss I sleep with one eye wide, my pride Tim Tebow slick I be finessin' a lick
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