[Intro: Yung Ro]
You killed this shit, no cap
Yeah (Yeah)
Rrah, bitch (FMB)
Rrah, rrah (Come here)
Damn (Yeah)
Ayy
[Verse 1: Yung Ro]
Just bought my moms a crib (For real)
I know you wonderin' how the fuck I feel (How the fuck it feel?)
I ain't gon' lie, this shit feel good, yeah (It feel good)
'Cause I'm just a nigga from the hood, yeah (I'm just a nigga from the projects, rrah)
I came from jumping fences (Jumping gates)
Now I'm jumping in these bitches in a pair of New Balencis (Come here)
I ain't your ordinary rapper, I'm fresh out the trenches (I really do it)
I came from sellin' rocks, I came from toting glizzys
Now I'm the hottest in the city, the gangsters fuckin' with me (Gangsters fuckin' with me)
They like, "The police askin' about you," I'm like, "Come and get me" (I'm like, "Come and get me")
I ain't gon' tell up on myself, so you ain't comin' with me (Grrah)
'Cause I don't really need your help, that Glock come with fifty
Brrah, bitch
Glock 9 (Yeah)
I'm clutching on this bitch at the stop sign (What you wan' do?)
One in the head, I don't gotta cock mine (Grrah)
And if I pull it out, shots firin' (Grrah)
You killed this shit, no cap
Yeah (Yeah)
Rrah, bitch (FMB)
Rrah, rrah (Come here)
Damn (Yeah)
Ayy
[Verse 1: Yung Ro]
Just bought my moms a crib (For real)
I know you wonderin' how the fuck I feel (How the fuck it feel?)
I ain't gon' lie, this shit feel good, yeah (It feel good)
'Cause I'm just a nigga from the hood, yeah (I'm just a nigga from the projects, rrah)
I came from jumping fences (Jumping gates)
Now I'm jumping in these bitches in a pair of New Balencis (Come here)
I ain't your ordinary rapper, I'm fresh out the trenches (I really do it)
I came from sellin' rocks, I came from toting glizzys
Now I'm the hottest in the city, the gangsters fuckin' with me (Gangsters fuckin' with me)
They like, "The police askin' about you," I'm like, "Come and get me" (I'm like, "Come and get me")
I ain't gon' tell up on myself, so you ain't comin' with me (Grrah)
'Cause I don't really need your help, that Glock come with fifty
Brrah, bitch
Glock 9 (Yeah)
I'm clutching on this bitch at the stop sign (What you wan' do?)
One in the head, I don't gotta cock mine (Grrah)
And if I pull it out, shots firin' (Grrah)
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