[Verse]
I need ten percent of everything, that's what Beanie said
Koop said play your cards right lil bruh, you gotta spread
Wildin' with no fuckin' bread like lil bruh use your head
I told my granny they don't understand me, I'm a thoroughbred
Tension when I'm in the room, I can feel the heat
Boy Lil Nine be totin' stupid straps, I'm talkin' HIV
And if it's beef then where the biscuits at 'cause we ready to eat
Beef then where the biscuits at 'cause we ready to feast
Fresh up out the county joint, now a nigga ballin'
This a freestyle jit, no fuckin' phone like who the hell I'm callin'
Lil Mimi just parked off the curb, he fresh off a serve
And what's off in my double cup, this here gon' chill your nerves
Red dot on some hollow tippers, we the tampon crew
We gon' stick 'em up and rob the boy, finesse him out his shoes
We were known for toting sticks, no lil twenty-twos
Leave a stain on your wifebeater, same color suwoop
GlokkNine I'm a fuckin' menace, you can call me Dennis
Free Lil Mookey, that my brother man, I'm fresh off a sentence
He get caught, that boy gon' fuckin' sing, like a lullaby
What they rappin', that shit nonfiction, vow to tell no lies
I won't ever testify, that shit ain't a hundred
Out here like you in the streets but lowkey runnin' from me
I'm coming out your bitch throat, yeah just like some vomit
And after I make her clean it up I told the bitch who's comin'
Ayy, yeah, Sour K on the beat, yeah
Uh, ayy, yeah, Sour K on the beat, yeah
That lil bitch a nat, she a freak up in them sheets
She know I'm kind of ugly, it's like beauty and the beast
I was with my niggas, I ain't been home in a week
We was stolo, slidin' foreign, out here tearin' up these streets
Ask your daddy and your mama 'bout them fuckin' YJB's
We'll pull up in the Sprinter, air it out and clear the scene
Lil Took he be trippin', he just rollin' off a bean
He knew that he was hit the way lil Tooray swung the beam, uh
Stringray and the Beamer, heart cold, below degrees
I'm quick to bless a nigga like he motherfuckin' sneezed
These jits behind me reckless, some of 'em younger than me
No Nike, we gon' check it, ain't no flexin', bitch it's me
No no Nike, we gon' check it, ain't no flexin', bitch it's me
Uh, ayy, yeah, yeah you know I'm YJB, yeah
I need ten percent of everything, that's what Beanie said
Koop said play your cards right lil bruh, you gotta spread
Wildin' with no fuckin' bread like lil bruh use your head
I told my granny they don't understand me, I'm a thoroughbred
Tension when I'm in the room, I can feel the heat
Boy Lil Nine be totin' stupid straps, I'm talkin' HIV
And if it's beef then where the biscuits at 'cause we ready to eat
Beef then where the biscuits at 'cause we ready to feast
Fresh up out the county joint, now a nigga ballin'
This a freestyle jit, no fuckin' phone like who the hell I'm callin'
Lil Mimi just parked off the curb, he fresh off a serve
And what's off in my double cup, this here gon' chill your nerves
Red dot on some hollow tippers, we the tampon crew
We gon' stick 'em up and rob the boy, finesse him out his shoes
We were known for toting sticks, no lil twenty-twos
Leave a stain on your wifebeater, same color suwoop
GlokkNine I'm a fuckin' menace, you can call me Dennis
Free Lil Mookey, that my brother man, I'm fresh off a sentence
He get caught, that boy gon' fuckin' sing, like a lullaby
What they rappin', that shit nonfiction, vow to tell no lies
I won't ever testify, that shit ain't a hundred
Out here like you in the streets but lowkey runnin' from me
I'm coming out your bitch throat, yeah just like some vomit
And after I make her clean it up I told the bitch who's comin'
Ayy, yeah, Sour K on the beat, yeah
Uh, ayy, yeah, Sour K on the beat, yeah
That lil bitch a nat, she a freak up in them sheets
She know I'm kind of ugly, it's like beauty and the beast
I was with my niggas, I ain't been home in a week
We was stolo, slidin' foreign, out here tearin' up these streets
Ask your daddy and your mama 'bout them fuckin' YJB's
We'll pull up in the Sprinter, air it out and clear the scene
Lil Took he be trippin', he just rollin' off a bean
He knew that he was hit the way lil Tooray swung the beam, uh
Stringray and the Beamer, heart cold, below degrees
I'm quick to bless a nigga like he motherfuckin' sneezed
These jits behind me reckless, some of 'em younger than me
No Nike, we gon' check it, ain't no flexin', bitch it's me
No no Nike, we gon' check it, ain't no flexin', bitch it's me
Uh, ayy, yeah, yeah you know I'm YJB, yeah
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