Ridin’ Round Yungen (Ft. Squeeks)

[Hook]
Man's riding round with no license
Na we don't stop for no sirens
If them man there ever try me key to the youngens then we'll start firing
We don't like them man, we don't like them
When we see them man they're just frightened
Yeah you might see me with that brown-skin girl but me and her ain't no item
Man's riding round with no license
Na we don't stop for no sirens
If them man there ever try me key to the youngens then we'll start firing
We don't like them man, we don't like them
When we see them man they're just frightened
Yeah you might see me with that brown-skin girl but me and her ain't no item

[Verse 1: Squeeks]
Riding round in my black Bimmer [?]
I don't like to drive, I let your missus do the swerving
I make her bill it then I burn it
For all you pussy niggas, once I see him I'ma burn him
What you know about that life? Nothing round here is sweet
All my niggas bang bang and we don't know Chief Keef
If I catch a boy it's man down cause we don't play in these streets
It's that North boy from Crofton Park, might see me flying through East
You know I spent 10 bags on my whip
I lost 20k in that crib
Had B's in that strap, ask Nicky I'm that kid
Man I got B's selling that crack, that white girl in that bed
Lost 3 or 4 of them straps but my clip never ends
Next whip be that TT, might cop me that Benz
Fake fucks wanna shoot at me, they ain't stacking no bread
My life be that movie scene, haters getting upset
And I'm still on my hood shit, I'm getting rid of Z's