
Brutal Yungen Kodak Black
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[Intro]
It's the, kid, finesse kid
Since the first I came and layup'd
Young nigga, Brutal yungen(young nigga)
Ugly corner (goin hard)
I don't care bout' nothing you talkin bout
Lil nigga talking cheap
Ain't talkin bout no guap then don't you talk to me
My money where my mouth, I let it talk for me
Why you callin' me, baby girl you botherin' me
Remember Instagram she wouldn't follow me
Now she doubtin, messin' me, she wanna swallow me
Somebody get this plat up off of me
Project baby tryna make it outta poverty
Lil' Cool just caught a case, he caught a robbery (Ooh)
I been dreamin bout that steak I'm tired of collard greens
Papa know I got my city on my back
I ain't nеver been a crab but all i do is snap (Oh, oh)
Call me sniper man I'm clutching on my strap
No, call mе spiderman I'm posted in the trap
Pats and rats, racks and racks
I was driving splats, now them jags be back to back
90's baby, realest in my generation
I can't tie you down girl, I don't even tie my laces
Got her fucked up in the head, she fucked up bout' a Haitain
I will act a fool I'm in the coupe, I'm goin' crazy
It's the, kid, finesse kid
Since the first I came and layup'd
Young nigga, Brutal yungen(young nigga)
Ugly corner (goin hard)
I don't care bout' nothing you talkin bout
Lil nigga talking cheap
Ain't talkin bout no guap then don't you talk to me
My money where my mouth, I let it talk for me
Why you callin' me, baby girl you botherin' me
Remember Instagram she wouldn't follow me
Now she doubtin, messin' me, she wanna swallow me
Somebody get this plat up off of me
Project baby tryna make it outta poverty
Lil' Cool just caught a case, he caught a robbery (Ooh)
I been dreamin bout that steak I'm tired of collard greens
Papa know I got my city on my back
I ain't nеver been a crab but all i do is snap (Oh, oh)
Call me sniper man I'm clutching on my strap
No, call mе spiderman I'm posted in the trap
Pats and rats, racks and racks
I was driving splats, now them jags be back to back
90's baby, realest in my generation
I can't tie you down girl, I don't even tie my laces
Got her fucked up in the head, she fucked up bout' a Haitain
I will act a fool I'm in the coupe, I'm goin' crazy
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