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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Young, whip it, chef, time, get it Boy I'm back, hold up Yeah I just might pull up on your pack and sell that Young niggas be talking shit, but love my dro, they smell that Call me on my old phone, nigga, I can't answer Said you smoking on them cigarettes, I hope you dancing Round in the town, with them new things Young boys got blue things Fuckin' with some new pills, heard they come from China man Said you got some ecstasy, my niggas tryna get next to me Bitches out here talking shit but I'm be in Texas, g All on the weekends, sipping, swerving, leaning All my shit the best shit, nigga what you meaning We don't need no features boy, I'm out here being teacher boy Skyping on your teacher, FaceTime and Snapchat and that I be smoking dro, on the pole, what the fuck you know I be in the streets, here for shows, tryna get my dough Cause I need more, I need more than these fucking shows Really tryna' pay, tryna' see, 30k a day Back up on the block again I got some blocks for my friends They ain't doing shit but hanging out, in the woods trapping Tryna' make this shit, who gives a damn about what I'm rapping SongtexteLong as that money coming back then they be gift wrapping On Christmas trees, God dammit, what you need I'm that nigga round the town like Frosty Keep that white on my nose, keep that nose on my white I got a princess, that bitch look like Snow White Cause we ride around with George crew All my boys like 5'2 All they come around and have that fuckin' AK on them too Young niggas getting mad cause they be out here losing dads Getting locked in fuckin' jail, and they gon' fuckin' break their cell I'm back up with it too Heard you tryna' get it too I got like, 22 Left going all for two If you want them, come and get them Cause we really need it I'm just giving something that, I need boy I'm tired as fuck, I just need some coke I'mma do another bump and tell all my jokes On these fucking beats and make it go on my mixtape Motherfuckers like "God damn, he's so great" See me on that documentary, bitch, I got that Noisey loud See me on my two-way, this the loudest I can see the trap Oh God damn, we be getting fucking super wild Doing shrooms and LSD Book the kid for boats now Young boat party, Makonnen like to party All off out here in the pool, like Lombardi I be out here in New York, niggas where your shawty Fucking with them Yankees, motherfuckers come and saw me Uh, in that drop top, I don't even drop tops My friends got BMWs that look like space drops Oh, God damn, niggas like uncle sam be calling me on my phone Like "God damn, you owe a spare" I don't owe you shit, nigga I'm just gonna take that shit Spend it all on bricks Make it back and probably take a bitch Out, to Atlanta or I'll probably be Italy Young niggas like that pasta, yeah they fucking cook for me I'm done. (laughs) Aus Songtexte Mania