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[Intro: Yhung T.O.]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Aye, aye, aye, aye

She only want a nigga 'cause I'm on

I been clutchin' on this plastic, on this chrome

Only take one call to get him gone

Young nigga had to learn to make decisions on my own

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]

Now it ain't shit, spent plenty on my fit

Got a glizzy on my hip, hold fifty in this clip

S 550, five-fifty on my bitch

Did everything I want, I had to rearrange that list

Aye, had to rearrange that list

Bad mouth since a kid, all I do is talk shit

I remember I was broke, now a young nigga rich

Now a young nigga having, used to never have shit

[Verse 1: Lul G]

Young nigga never had shit

Now a bag on my wrist and a bag on my bitch

Cooks in the whip, yeah, that's Tech in the whip

Neiman's in the summer, that's a bag on my bitch

Twitter talkin' on the Net, nigga, we gon' miss that

Young wild nigga, I'll pull up where your crib at

You the type of nigga that'll beg to get your bitch back

So you the type of nigga that'll pay to get your shit back

Cooks in the whip back to back, I be cloudy

Fours after fours, pourin' up, I be drowsy

Loaf after loaf, OMG, I be countin'

Good dick make her smile, back with you, now she frownin'

[Chorus: Yhung T.O. & Slimmy B]

Now it ain't shit, spent plenty on my fit

Got a glizzy on my hip, hold fifty in this clip

S 550, five-fifty on my bitch

Did everything I want, I had to rearrange that list

Aye, had to rearrange that list

Bad mouth since a kid, all I do is talk shit

I remember I was broke, now a young nigga rich

Now a young nigga having, used to never have shit (Gang)

[Verse 3: Slimmy B]

Bitch, we dipped up the neck (To the neck)

Fifty in that clip, fifty shots out that TEC (Buh, buh)

Used to hop on the bus, now I hop on the jet (G5)

Switchin' states for that check, young nigga from the Crest

Thirty bands on my wrist, thirty slugs in this clip

Never pay for the pussy, I'm a P, not a trick (Never)

Bought the whole fuckin' mall, had to take two trips (Two trips)

Up the pole on a opp, left him froze like a glitch (Buh, buh, buh, buh)

Tats on my face, big GLOCK on my waist (Big forty)

Bands saved for the lawyer if I ever catch a case (Nigga)

Benz coupe 4MATIC every time I lane change (Skrrt, skrrt)

Get the check, fuck fame, SOB, gang, gang, bitch

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]

Now it ain't shit, spent plenty on my fit

Got a glizzy on my hip, hold fifty in this clip

S 550, five-fifty on my bitch

Did everything I want, I had to rearrange that list

Aye, had to rearrange that list

Bad mouth since a kid, all I do is talk shit

I remember I was broke, now a young nigga rich

Now a young nigga having, used to never have shit