Ay Caramba

[Chorus: Clint'n Lord]

Ay Caramba, I need a helicopter (Ya, ya)

Ay Caramba, I need a model thottie (Ya, ya)

Time to turn up (Ya, ya) time to turn up (Ya, ya)

My time to turn up (Ya) yeah my turn to turn up (Ya, ya)

Ay Caramba, I need a fuckin' yacht (Ya, ya)

Ay Caramba, I need a Bugatti (Ya, ya)

Time to turn up (Ya, ya) time to turn up (Ya)

Yeah my time to turn up (Ya) yeah my turn to turn up (Ya)

Yeah my time to turn up

[Verse 1: Clint'n Lord]

I’m too young to have my richess

You don't trap, you don't get it (Nah)

Fuck the world, birth Clint’n

You're a rapper, you don't live it

I'm too young to have these bitches

I'm too young to have these bitches

I'm too young to have these bitches

I'm too young to have these bitches

I'm too young to be that nigga

I’m too young to be that nigga

I’m too young to be ambitious

I'm too young to say "Fuck ya’ll"

I'm too young to be that nigga

Why you wanna' be that nigga?

I'm too young to have this stress

I’m too young to have the world

Used to all to be a trapper, niggas hungry doesn't matter

Keep a chopper, run up in, I'm a goddamn demon

How they threw some to Christina, 50-50 with the Nina

People call me a genius, got a bunch of niggas with me

I'm too young to be like Jesus, kiss eachother when I'm with it

Lot of bitches when I'm winnin', they say "Clint'n is you with it?"

I'm too young to fucking hit it, I'm too young to fucking hit it

Everyone's sellin' they soul, who want a mouth full of gold

[Chorus: Clint'n Lord]

Ay Caramba, I need a helicopter (Ya, ya)

Ay Caramba, I need a model thottie (Ya, ya)

Time to turn up (Ya, ya) time to turn up (Ya, ya)

My time to turn up (Ya) yeah my turn to turn up (Ya, ya)

Ay Caramba, I need a fuckin' yacht (Ya, ya)

Ay Caramba, I need a Bugatti (Ya, ya)

Time to turn up (Ya, ya) time to turn up (Ya)

Yeah my time to turn up (Ya) yeah my turn to turn up (Ya)

Yeah my time to turn up

[Verse 2: SAINt JHN]

All of my niggas, the fuck do you know?

You only know me from flippin' the floor

I was up there with the trappers and scavengers

Stand on the corner and flippin' the door

I've been out here with the cameras and Canons and scannin'

My nigga just watch your approach

Say at the boss, thotties and 40's

Let's get it come in and make me a toast

Pull up in a dry, that shit might be polkadot

Gucci down the socks, Rolex so you know to watch

You know I'm the one, gotta' spend it while you're young

Boy I just begun, she like cum and bubblegum

You that nigga, if them bitches down, they stay there

I'm that nigga, might send a good girl 10 bands over PayPal

Gotta' know what I'm on though

Know a nigga been real from the start to the outro

Nigga ballin' like [?]

If you love me baby-girl gotta shoot me with your [?]

Nigga don't know what I'm 'bout

Gold teeth like I come from the sub now

You look like you in a drug debt

I'ma [?] keepin' count though

Keep no fuck-shit around me

I might just buy the shit the hard ways

[Chorus: Clint'n Lord]

Ay Caramba, I need a helicopter (Ya, ya)

Ay Caramba, I need a model thottie (Ya, ya)

Time to turn up (Ya, ya) time to turn up (Ya, ya)

My time to turn up (Ya) yeah my turn to turn up (Ya, ya)

Ay Caramba, I need a fuckin' yacht (Ya, ya)

Ay Caramba, I need a Bugatti (Ya, ya)

Time to turn up (Ya, ya) time to turn up (Ya)

Yeah my time to turn up (Ya) yeah my turn to turn up (Ya)

Yeah my time to turn up

[Verse 3: Kyle The Hooligan]

Ridin' 'round in a foreign, shit wasn't even mine

Hotbox a 100 times, all that nigga know is crime

I swear the god I ain't lyin, never could stop wildin'

Niggas wanted all this beef, 'til these niggas started dyin'

Your bitch fucked me 'cause I'm 'bout it yeah

Your bitch fucked me 'cause I'm so lit yeah

Your bitch fucked me 'cause she know it yeah

Pullin' up with the xans, they in the Coca Cola can

Your bitch know who I am

Drivin', can't even stand, poppin' out at these bands

Pull up at up-n-down, Papa Sissy was the [Darby]

Say he swaggin', nigga hardly

She in my face told her partly

I walk in, they surround me

Mobbin' deep like a army

Drinkin' lean, color up on me

Attire, black, like a sharpie

My bitch lookin' like a barbie

The crowd feedin' when they saw me

Lookin' for the baddest bitches

You's a hoe for my riches

I want the head sendin' kisses

I fucked the bitch in my K-Swiss

I'm poppin' it, you can't do this

I said, I'm poppin' it, you can't do this