[Intro: Young Adz]
(Nathaniel London)
Yeah, woo
[Chorus: Young Adz]
Yeah, long stick, got a limp (Limp)
Twenty hoes like a pimp (Pimp)
It's DBE for the win (Yeah)
No school grades, I got M's (M's)
Got brothers, I don't keep friends (Friends)
She said, "Bae, I hope this never ends" (Yeah)
Got a transit van full of kis (Kis)
Love the hustle, I will never leave (Leave)
Love the hustle, I will never leave (Yeah)
Got a few tricks up my sleeve (Sleeve)
Went to Birmingham for this machine (Machine)
Fly you out, wе fuck on Nikki Beach (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Young Adz & Dirtbike LB]
Don't do back and forths, I send niggas to sеnd corn
Tweetin' that I'm cheatin', bitch, I don't even watch porn
All my hunters hungry like some bees, they gonna swarm
Pull up where you are, stick you like a thorn
I got still got three or four trap phones, my youngins wanna run
All we did was chase our dreams, made "Trap House" while I was on the run (On God)
If money turn you on, better won't stop, make you cum (Cum)
Pray I never do you wrong (Huh), 'cause I'll know that you'll be done (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
VVS1, see the rainbow (Huh)
Niggas turn fake, so the game goes (Huh)
No bunkbeds in the grave, dog (Huh)
Bunkbeds in the damn cage though (Huh)
Gang, gang, gang in the jailhouse (Yeah)
Millionaire, I'll post bail now
Platinum Rollie, I dress well now
Wish that I could burn the jail down
(Nathaniel London)
Yeah, woo
[Chorus: Young Adz]
Yeah, long stick, got a limp (Limp)
Twenty hoes like a pimp (Pimp)
It's DBE for the win (Yeah)
No school grades, I got M's (M's)
Got brothers, I don't keep friends (Friends)
She said, "Bae, I hope this never ends" (Yeah)
Got a transit van full of kis (Kis)
Love the hustle, I will never leave (Leave)
Love the hustle, I will never leave (Yeah)
Got a few tricks up my sleeve (Sleeve)
Went to Birmingham for this machine (Machine)
Fly you out, wе fuck on Nikki Beach (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Young Adz & Dirtbike LB]
Don't do back and forths, I send niggas to sеnd corn
Tweetin' that I'm cheatin', bitch, I don't even watch porn
All my hunters hungry like some bees, they gonna swarm
Pull up where you are, stick you like a thorn
I got still got three or four trap phones, my youngins wanna run
All we did was chase our dreams, made "Trap House" while I was on the run (On God)
If money turn you on, better won't stop, make you cum (Cum)
Pray I never do you wrong (Huh), 'cause I'll know that you'll be done (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
VVS1, see the rainbow (Huh)
Niggas turn fake, so the game goes (Huh)
No bunkbeds in the grave, dog (Huh)
Bunkbeds in the damn cage though (Huh)
Gang, gang, gang in the jailhouse (Yeah)
Millionaire, I'll post bail now
Platinum Rollie, I dress well now
Wish that I could burn the jail down
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