Birkin Yhung T.O. (Ft. Lil Sheik)

[Verse 1: Yhung T.O.]
Girl, your nigga don't wanna [?] he know I'm clutching on [?]
She know I'm really that nigga, she know I'm really official
We riding [?]
Money all on my mental
Plus all the shit that I been through
If I shoot, I won't miss you
I'm sippin right now, so a nigga might nod
You making songs with niggas, you know they [?]
Bitch I'm real [?] I can never switch sides
Niggas speaking on my cousin, it's a murder when I find him
I'm [?] what these niggas wanna be, baby
His whole style, he got that shit from me, baby
Tinted windshield, I can bairley see, baby
I ain't hide from no nigga, girl, you know the streets made me
And I'm still in these streets, but these B's paid
And I sleep with the heat on a [?] day
[?] baby
Too elite, these geeks don't got a clue, baby

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Let me show you what that paper worker do
I could invest in your business, buy that birkin too
These niggas fucking with them snitches, we gon murk 'em too
And these seats do massage, do get comfortable
We who these niggas ain't fucking with
Lil nigga, get your money first, that's a butter bitch
I seen plenty niggas slip, on the road to get rich
And if you run into a sucker, then you posed to trick