Twisting fingers in the club, I'm a young nigga I got them young niggas that'll hide your body parts Pants sagging, flag hanging, I'm a young nigga (x2)
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Yeah, most my niggas rob, they don't got a job I got a couple young niggas that’ll take the charge So I don’t bring a bodyguard, I bring my entourage Stop the track, pause, R.I.P. to Camoflague I'm 'bout to pull my yellow 'Rari out the car garage I got some young niggas that’ll hide your body parts
[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] Twisting fingers in the club, I'm a young nigga Got them old niggas saying I love that young nigga Your whole clique buying shots, y'all some broke niggas Pants sagging, flag hanging, I'm a young nigga In the car, strapped up with them guns, nigga We shooting at the police just for fun, nigga
[Hook: Gucci Mane] My pants sagging low like a young nigga I'm twisting up the dro like a young nigga I'm in the club, thirty deep, like a young nigga I'm still in the streets like a young nigga Like a young nigga, this one for the young niggas Where you from, this one for them young niggas This one is for the young niggas Where you from, nigga, this one's for the young niggas
[Hook: Gucci Mane]
[Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame] Ray Charles vision, screaming where's the competition Lot of rappers on a carton, man, they swag missing I'm on that young nigga shit, shiesty ass niggas at my shows rob for bricks Gucci said I'm going hard, Flocka on this shit Old-school swag, got these hoes on my dick I'm a lotto pick, I'm like which girl to get Pulled up on some onset, yellow and black whip I'm on my Wiz Khalifa shit, I don't do no papers Fresh up on them papers, haters catch the vapors Shoes alligator, I'm talking about Jordans She ain't got enough swag, shawty can't afford 'emTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
