Y’all already know it be the boy Yung Gordon
You rockin’ with Take Money promotion
Ay Take Money Promotion
Give ’em that new s**t, no fool s**t
Oh yeah, let’s go
DJ Lethal, Lethal
(Rough Rider)
Tay Keith
TMP 954, we live
Take Money Promotion
Tay Keith, f**k these n***as up
B***h, I’m silly
Up the chopper, shoot your s**t up, let’s get busy
Drinkin’ Henny, goin’ brazy, poppin’ pillies
S*x Money Murda, shoutout all my blazing Billies (on Billy)
We in yo’ city! (we in yo’!)
Shoutout my apes in the f**in’ roof (for real), for mayo they gon’ shoot
Spin a hoop, who the f**k is you?
Who the f**k you know, n***a? No, n***a
n***as k**ed your cousin, you gon’ smoke, n***a? (stupid!)
Glo n***a, rollin’ up your cousin in a blunt, n***a
Bozo, b***h, are you dumb
B***h, I’m Nick Cannon with this drum
Pull up with semis, no lil’ pump
We goin’ dumb
B***h I’m stupid, b***h I’m out, I be tweakin’, I be wildin’, I be booted! (b***h I’m drunk)
I be stealin’, I be robbin’, I be lootin’! (you don’t wanna die)
Your boyfriend dumb, he get no money, b***h, he stupid!
Oh, b***h, he, oh, b***h, he stupid!
Damn, homie, in high school you was the man, homie (2012!)
What the f**k happened to you (stoopid!)? I’m just sayin’, homie
Now you smokin’ Black & Milds, smokin’ reds, homie
.. ah ah ah what’s up Shmurda on the motherf**in’ set n***a 6ix9ine what’s poppin cuz
Tell him shut up, s** a d**k
Tell him f**k him, I’m the s**t
B***h I’m just recording this
I’m getting money, I’m the s**t
Shoutout my Bloods, shoutout my Crips
That n***a Ebro, he a b***h
Just another old n***a on a young n***a d**k
B***h I’m lit on the Gram, a million likes, you see my s**t
The b***h DM for the d**k
But I probably wouldn’t hit
VVS, Cuban hit
Shoutout Jimmy for the drip
Your baby daddy’s mixtape wasn’t s**t, he a b***h
Free Bobby, Free Rowdy, free Cueno, free the 9
Shoutout Jay Dee, shoutout Kooda, Dee Savv, those my guys
FOA they gon’ ride
GS9 they gon’ slide
When I woo woo back, ahh ahh, those my guys
She give me neck until I burst out
Jesus Piece, we cursed out
And all these s**ers with they f*****g feelings always got these b**hes with they purse out
We on the flag, put the bird out
Like Young Bricks put the word out
You know you like a n***a shmoney dance
You gon’ love a n***a when I swerve out
B***h, I’m silly
Up the chopper, shoot your s**t up, let’s get busy
Drinkin’ Henny, goin’ brazy, poppin’ pillies
S*x Money Murda, shoutout all my blazing Billies (on Billy)
We in yo’ city!
Hold up, hold up, hold up gang
Run that s**t back uppp.