Devilish Yung Fume
"Devilish" by Yung Fume, released in 2021, blends #HipHop and trap elements. The song explores themes of ambition, street life, and the duality of good and evil. Its catchy hooks and hard-hitting beats create a vibrant sound. The lyrics reflect a struggle for success amidst temptation, resonating with a young audience navigating similar challenges.
[Intro]
Ayy, Smaak, this one's brazy
Yo
Fumos
Global and, and what these niggas talkin' 'bout?
Let's get it
South London to the motherfuckin' A, bitch
Yo
[Chorus]
Look, man'll move devilish (Devilish, devilish)
Yo, send up the money
Look, send up the settlement (Settlement, settlement, settlement)
Yo (Yo)
Paid for my shit, no, no, I ain't rentin' it (Ah, yo, ah)
I hop in the foreign coupe, yeah, and I swerve (Ah, ah)
Look at the money, look, look what I earn (Look what I earn, yo)
Look at the Cali weed that I burn (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1]
I came up from the curve (Yeah)
Grind for the money, I earn it (Yo, yeah)
I took some Ls in my past
Yeah, that's my past but I'm still learnin' (Learnin')
Loud, I smoke on that grass
Smoke on that grass, loud, I'm burnin' (Gelato)
Pull in, the foreign keep swervin' (Yeah)
We see a opp, then we burn him (Ba, ba)
Balenciaga, Gucci, Prada, I make a purchase (ooh)
I jump on the stage, I gotta go hard, I can't be nervous (Ooh)
And since a youngin', man, I've been graftin', always learnin'
Seven bullets in a gun, and I never, ever run (Oh)
Balenciaga, that's a lot of money
That's a lot of money, yeah, a lump (Lump)
Yeah, I came up from the gulley
Gulley, gulley, ghetto, uh, the slums, ooh (The slums)
Yeah, I got my gun on me
Gun on me, gun on me, yeah (Don't run)
And niggas, they talkin' like they are my family
They ain't my family, no, no
Ayy, Smaak, this one's brazy
Yo
Fumos
Global and, and what these niggas talkin' 'bout?
Let's get it
South London to the motherfuckin' A, bitch
Yo
[Chorus]
Look, man'll move devilish (Devilish, devilish)
Yo, send up the money
Look, send up the settlement (Settlement, settlement, settlement)
Yo (Yo)
Paid for my shit, no, no, I ain't rentin' it (Ah, yo, ah)
I hop in the foreign coupe, yeah, and I swerve (Ah, ah)
Look at the money, look, look what I earn (Look what I earn, yo)
Look at the Cali weed that I burn (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1]
I came up from the curve (Yeah)
Grind for the money, I earn it (Yo, yeah)
I took some Ls in my past
Yeah, that's my past but I'm still learnin' (Learnin')
Loud, I smoke on that grass
Smoke on that grass, loud, I'm burnin' (Gelato)
Pull in, the foreign keep swervin' (Yeah)
We see a opp, then we burn him (Ba, ba)
Balenciaga, Gucci, Prada, I make a purchase (ooh)
I jump on the stage, I gotta go hard, I can't be nervous (Ooh)
And since a youngin', man, I've been graftin', always learnin'
Seven bullets in a gun, and I never, ever run (Oh)
Balenciaga, that's a lot of money
That's a lot of money, yeah, a lump (Lump)
Yeah, I came up from the gulley
Gulley, gulley, ghetto, uh, the slums, ooh (The slums)
Yeah, I got my gun on me
Gun on me, gun on me, yeah (Don't run)
And niggas, they talkin' like they are my family
They ain't my family, no, no
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