Stashed In The Vent Yung Mal

[YUNG MAL]

Pick up my phone, she got my number
She want to lay up and cuddle
Come on

Yeah I keep cashing checks
Yeah Z06 sign on my vett
I really be with some Zone6 vets
[?] gang, one five all on my chain
Reach for my shit I crash out like a wreck
Had to cut niggas off I did what's best
Chase after that money I can’t get no rest
Don’t come at me 'less you be coming correct
Perc in my stomach might vomit I’m sick
Lil bro got a monitor wrapped round his ankle
He got a curfew, he still ride with a stick
I just made my lil thot get a [?] and a wig
Let him play like [?]Hunnid but we get to chopping and shit
Heard he working with 12 but they can’t stop shit
Got shit stashed all in the vent

Free Co, Free Mel, got some hoes so quick boy I’m too playa
See niggas bitch up then tell
Niggas act like ducks, make them duck them shells
My dawg ride in the plug [?] offering him bail
If he play with that money off with his hair, off with his head
Still be in the trap don’t fuck with the feds
Take niggas out that’s how we gone play it
Taking these percs yeah I need my meds
Take shit to the dirt yeah I seen but I still can’t say it
Young nigga shoot up the scene if I say it
Y’all soft ass niggas take the bail like [?]
Did not fuck the bitch swear I got all head
Got too many loafs of this shit racks stacked up called it colonial bread
I got them bands I went up and away