YMCA

[Intro]

We was posted by the Y

We was scopin' out the Y

Yeah

We was thuggin' at the YMCA, hey

Scopin' and pokin'

At the YMCA, ayy, yeah

[Verse]

Want you to love me 'cause I'm runnin' low

Do you say fuck me when I tell you no?

We was back then at the YMCA

Now we in a black Benz on I-10, we piled up on a play

You can go ask Fred, Greg, Marcus, and Tracy 'nem

We made eighty bands off scopin' out at the YMCA

I'm wonderin' why you need to surprise me 'cause that's how you feel

Did I really expect them boys to keep it real?

This for the street niggas after papеr

Young niggas tryna snap, we tryna pull a caper

I done got too comfortablе in this hotel

Shout out T-Stunna, D-Size, Sunrise, and that whole dell

My lil' niggas thirteen, we fuck with Odell

26136, we rep them ZML

Know you see my wrist, I hate to say I told you

I dreamed of this back at the Boys & Girls Club

Hope you don't hate me 'cause I got you nothing

Ain't send me nothing special, so I just said fuck you, baby

Reach for my waist, you already know what I be saying

I bet I could call me some young niggas right now that all been layin'

In the booth, I do my thing, but I'm a fool with that poker

Got baby on a leash, that's why I buy her chokers

I been alright ever since they let me go

So fuck it, I went all white, I feel like Sammy Sosa

I miss my cousin too much and it hurt, boy

We was in Hawaii, I was tryna surfboard

Back then at the Y, we tryna steal a purse

Don't need nobody thinkin' I'm tryna get 'em murked

I'm just tryin' not to catch a body

She want some money, I told her I ain't got it

We was back then at the YMCA

Now we in a black Benz on I-10, we piled up on a play

Hmm, them jiggas kickin' in, I got it done

Everybody 'round, them niggas got a gun

Ain't trippin', baby, I know you havin' fun

Ooh, ooh

I ain't really sayin' you gotta be a one of one

But you gotta go beyond and show me that you love me, baby

Come and fuck me for this whole week straight

Turn your phone off, tell your people 'dem we straight

We was back then at the YMCA

Now we in a black Benz on I-10, we piled up on a play

Put your man on do not disturb tonight

So he won't disturb us

We was back then at the YMCA

Now we in a black Benz on I-10, we piled up on a play

All of the baby Snipes, they come up like how we grew up back in the day

Don't think my lil' niggas some lil' niggas, get shot up all in your face (Facts, that's on the baby Snipers)

We was thuggin' at the Y

Scopin' and pokin'

[Outro]

At the YMCA

We gon' do this, like, we gon' do this video at the YMCA

We get enough of them lil', lil' white people doin' the lil' YMCA thing

Know what I'm sayin'?

Glee, glee

Real gleeful, real Z-ful

Heaven's obligatory

It's all kinda extras and Yerc-ular shit goin' on, yeah