[Intro]
(Yung Ting, you goin' crazy)
[Chorus]
I'ma let the jeweler come tape my wrists
What you know 'bout chances and takin' risks?
What you know 'bout takin' care of your homies doin' years? Huh?
What you know, nigga? What you know, nigga?
My niggas in the pen, but I keep lead
Tired of the same nigga, he ain't change yet
Do my own drugs and then I fade off (Ayy)
Hate is in the air just like a coin toss (Ayy)
NoCap, he got rich and start ignorin' y'all (Ayy)
And my bank account look like a phone number (Ayy)
Police at my door, I don't wanna talk
I rep that bird, they say, "We know you a gang member"
[Verse 1]
My shoes cost a car note and your rent together
They might not feel my new shit, I'm on another level
I'm fuckin' on a white bitch, she a fan of Clever
Codeine in my tea, hope I don't waste it in a Tesla
If I shoot my shot, I bet I wet her
They don't know the times I was slidin' with Mega
If Fred wasn't dead, we'd probably be together
Pissin' haters off, my next chain gon' be yellow
I don't think I could get realer (Ayy)
Then I think I would get real love
Put her face up in a pillow
Dick her down and I get rid of her
(Yung Ting, you goin' crazy)
[Chorus]
I'ma let the jeweler come tape my wrists
What you know 'bout chances and takin' risks?
What you know 'bout takin' care of your homies doin' years? Huh?
What you know, nigga? What you know, nigga?
My niggas in the pen, but I keep lead
Tired of the same nigga, he ain't change yet
Do my own drugs and then I fade off (Ayy)
Hate is in the air just like a coin toss (Ayy)
NoCap, he got rich and start ignorin' y'all (Ayy)
And my bank account look like a phone number (Ayy)
Police at my door, I don't wanna talk
I rep that bird, they say, "We know you a gang member"
[Verse 1]
My shoes cost a car note and your rent together
They might not feel my new shit, I'm on another level
I'm fuckin' on a white bitch, she a fan of Clever
Codeine in my tea, hope I don't waste it in a Tesla
If I shoot my shot, I bet I wet her
They don't know the times I was slidin' with Mega
If Fred wasn't dead, we'd probably be together
Pissin' haters off, my next chain gon' be yellow
I don't think I could get realer (Ayy)
Then I think I would get real love
Put her face up in a pillow
Dick her down and I get rid of her
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