"YN" lyrics
Okay
Alright
Trackhawk, 1200 HP, it's tuned up
Finna hit deadboylife 'cause I'm Tuned up
What up, LUCKI? What up, buddy?
We just poured a four of Wock', this shit so muddy
In a small pop, this shit so ugly
Bitch, I feel like 50 Cent, I need my money Monday
Fuck around in the country
A hundred for a orange, I got a thousand of 'em
I just met a bad bitch, she said she wish she found me earlier
With two redbones, we finna have a orgy
That's a different story, don't need to speak on that
Bring the bitch around me, I bet cheeks get clapped
I set my kids up for life, I don't even need to rap
I just drove all the way to Tampa 'cause I needed Act'
Let me pull off with the 'bows, bro, I'ma bring it back
You niggas fallin' off, you need to clean your act up
I got it on me now, ain't gotta call for backup
Fentanyl came in and fucked the smack up
Bro really changed his life, he used to whack stuff
We been gettin' tricked our whole life, talkin' 'bout stack up
A hundred dollar bill ain't worth twenty dollars
You need to go to urgent care, you got pussy problems
Damn, that shit for sure
Soon as I hit the A, you know it had to snow
Shit kinda fucked me up, [?]
Like, how the fuck I'm in a TRX and almost smacked a poll?
My piece side came out, I done smacked a ho
Don't think I'm talkin' just to talkin', I had Act' before, recently
Makin' beats in the club, I got Grease with me
First day out the feds, I had a piece with me
I don't know what niggas tryna do, if they want peace with me
I'm just bein' prepared
If I got that four-five with me, then I'm bein' scared
I can admit I'm scared
Y'all niggas ain't never to— and sit down in them chairs
Alright
Trackhawk, 1200 HP, it's tuned up
Finna hit deadboylife 'cause I'm Tuned up
What up, LUCKI? What up, buddy?
We just poured a four of Wock', this shit so muddy
In a small pop, this shit so ugly
Bitch, I feel like 50 Cent, I need my money Monday
Fuck around in the country
A hundred for a orange, I got a thousand of 'em
I just met a bad bitch, she said she wish she found me earlier
With two redbones, we finna have a orgy
That's a different story, don't need to speak on that
Bring the bitch around me, I bet cheeks get clapped
I set my kids up for life, I don't even need to rap
I just drove all the way to Tampa 'cause I needed Act'
Let me pull off with the 'bows, bro, I'ma bring it back
You niggas fallin' off, you need to clean your act up
I got it on me now, ain't gotta call for backup
Fentanyl came in and fucked the smack up
Bro really changed his life, he used to whack stuff
We been gettin' tricked our whole life, talkin' 'bout stack up
A hundred dollar bill ain't worth twenty dollars
You need to go to urgent care, you got pussy problems
Damn, that shit for sure
Soon as I hit the A, you know it had to snow
Shit kinda fucked me up, [?]
Like, how the fuck I'm in a TRX and almost smacked a poll?
My piece side came out, I done smacked a ho
Don't think I'm talkin' just to talkin', I had Act' before, recently
Makin' beats in the club, I got Grease with me
First day out the feds, I had a piece with me
I don't know what niggas tryna do, if they want peace with me
I'm just bein' prepared
If I got that four-five with me, then I'm bein' scared
I can admit I'm scared
Y'all niggas ain't never to— and sit down in them chairs
