[Intro: Yhung T.O.]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye, aye, aye, aye
She only want a nigga 'cause I'm on
I been clutchin' on this plastic, on this chrome
Only take one call to get him gone
Young nigga had to learn to make decisions on my own
[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Now it ain't shit, spent plenty on my fit
Got a glizzy on my hip, hold fifty in this clip
S 550, five-fifty on my bitch
Did everything I want, I had to rearrange that list
Aye, had to rearrange that list
Bad mouth since a kid, all I do is talk shit
I remember I was broke, now a young nigga rich
Now a young nigga having, used to never have shit
[Verse 1: Lul G]
Young nigga never had shit
Now a bag on my wrist and a bag on my bitch
Cooks in the whip, yeah, that's Tech in the whip
Neiman's in the summer, that's a bag on my bitch
Twitter talkin' on the Net, nigga, we gon' miss that
Young wild nigga, I'll pull up where your crib at
You the type of nigga that'll beg to get your bitch back
So you the type of nigga that'll pay to get your shit back
Cooks in the whip back to back, I be cloudy
Fours after fours, pourin' up, I be drowsy
Loaf after loaf, OMG, I be countin'
Good dick make her smile, back with you, now she frownin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye, aye, aye, aye
She only want a nigga 'cause I'm on
I been clutchin' on this plastic, on this chrome
Only take one call to get him gone
Young nigga had to learn to make decisions on my own
[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Now it ain't shit, spent plenty on my fit
Got a glizzy on my hip, hold fifty in this clip
S 550, five-fifty on my bitch
Did everything I want, I had to rearrange that list
Aye, had to rearrange that list
Bad mouth since a kid, all I do is talk shit
I remember I was broke, now a young nigga rich
Now a young nigga having, used to never have shit
[Verse 1: Lul G]
Young nigga never had shit
Now a bag on my wrist and a bag on my bitch
Cooks in the whip, yeah, that's Tech in the whip
Neiman's in the summer, that's a bag on my bitch
Twitter talkin' on the Net, nigga, we gon' miss that
Young wild nigga, I'll pull up where your crib at
You the type of nigga that'll beg to get your bitch back
So you the type of nigga that'll pay to get your shit back
Cooks in the whip back to back, I be cloudy
Fours after fours, pourin' up, I be drowsy
Loaf after loaf, OMG, I be countin'
Good dick make her smile, back with you, now she frownin'
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