Gold Bricks (YPYD)* YoungBoy Never Broke Again

[Intro]
(Run that back, Turbo)
Ain't ring, uh-uh, it ain't ring
Ouu, move like a goblin
I can't see, mmm, can't see

[Verse 1]
I'm in LA, In the middle the day
With a bag of that gas prolly smokin' your partner
With a pint of that drank, extra eight in the bottle
At the crib with some hoes
They all ten, they some models
Still I'm straight on that way
On them hoes we put mileage
Blue hunnids, I stuff em right down in my pocket
I got it, l'm strapped wit them sticks like l'm Mbappé
Come top me, little bitch better be bout it
Don't spit it off this fire, yeah
I'ma make her down the whole bottle
I don't want no problems, nah
I just wanna get your head
Paragraph ain't finna get read, that's dead
Too much Wockhardt, I need Red
Call my phone, I ain’t pickin' up
SMH, I shake my head
Y-P-Y-D, you play, you dead (Y-P-Y-D, you play, you dead)
I know these niggas ain’t call them pigs (Oh yes he did, yes he did)
I know she ain't snitchin’ on the dead, tellin' her friends (Oh nah, oh nah)
Too hot, you play cool get you hit (Get hit)