Gah Damn Yung Mal

[Intro]
Got on they ass when I got out the can
Yeah
Yeah
Come on

[Chorus]
Got right on they ass when I got out the can
I had to run it up fast as I can
No time to play, I been runnin' up bands
Niggas gon' hate, but they really some fans
I pray they free all my dogs out the jam
I walk in the booth and I bet I go H.A.M.
I fuck her and kick her right out like she Pam
I do this shit for my fans and my fam
12 all on my dick, goddamn
My bitch ass so fat, goddamn
I lost my dog to the street, goddamn
Hundred racks, and it's all blue, goddamn
These niggas ain't keepin' it real, but I am
Do this shit in real life, I don't post on the 'Gram
I bought a new watch, could've went bought a Lam'
She suck dick all night, yes, ma'am

[Verse 1]
Old-school Cutlass, it came with a cab
Face card so good, I might run up a tab
Hit this shit from the back, yeah, I smash and I grab
On the way to that sack, 'bout to hop on a slab
This chain on my neck cost a brick and a half
Whеn it touch down, make them birds take a bath
Whеn I think 'bout my past, I might bust out and laugh
None of these niggas can't walk in my path
My bitch bad
I paid cash, went and bought her an ass
So many racks, I need a new stash
I just might pull up in a brand new Jag
Got in my bag and them boys got mad
I put his face on TV like I'm Vlad
I don't wanna hear 'bout the shit that you had
I don't wanna hear 'bout the shit in the past
They want me to fail and they want me to crash
Gotta keep droppin' shit 'cause these rappers, they trash
The car that I drive, that bitch paid off in cash
My brother came up, he got rich sellin' bags
Not trustin' these niggas, they switch on they mans
She like to suck without usin' no hands
Too many racks, they can't fit in my pants
Go run up a hundred and do it again
Bitch, I blew the advance