lirik lagu slayter - ydn
[intro]
cold game motherf-cker!
[verse 1]
yea! reality check, son
these niggas talking money but ain’t cashing checks son
these niggas my stepsons
i’m hitting your moms
take your little sister to prom and
i bust her like rhymes
keep selling them dimes and busting them nines
i already ate
jordan vii’s and jordan vi’s f-ck a release date
5-star dinner date
in a 4-door with these b-tches from outta state
you in a honda accord with three niggas thats too fake
i’m the one that won’t take no shit
grandma, your grandson ain’t no b-tch
model b-tches can’t take no d-ck
niggas out here hitting dumb -ss licks
get jammed up and i bet he’ll snitch
buy a pit bull and a pistol and he think he the shit
who you think you is nigga?
now you selling dope that’s ridiculous nigga
while i just blew your re-up on a necklace nigga aw!
[hook]
always posted up on the block
getting money, dodging cops
kicking raps like a young dumb nigga
always telling niggas what you got
but you boys ain’t calling shots
people say that i’m a young dumb nigga
always posted up on the block
getting money, dodging cops
kicking raps like a young dumb nigga
always telling niggas what you got
but you boys ain’t calling shots
people say that i’m a young dumb nigga
[verse 2]
young dumb nigga getting paid off this shit
mobbing through the streets like a parade in this b-tch
hating on the low throwing shade like a b-tch
while i’m up in l.a. in the shade with your b-tch
i can’t see you stevie wonder shades in this b-tch
balling hard like a.i. fresh braids in this b-tch
french maids in the crib keep it clean like my force’s
dirty money looking gorgeous my b-tch flawless
take trips to florida new world order
fast food drive-thru i don’t know what to order
i’m with somebody’s daughter she doing things i taught her
she’s crying on my shoulder the game getting colder
this b-tch is bi-polar i pull up and roll up
my young niggas soldiers b-tch i thought i told ya
them big clips they load up you f-ck boys got no luck
you better tell your ho duck
put the windows down nigga, hold up!
[hook]
always posted up on the block
getting money, dodging cops
kicking raps like a young dumb nigga
always telling niggas what you got
but you boys ain’t calling shots
people say that i’m a young dumb nigga
always posted up on the block
getting money, dodging cops
kicking raps like a young dumb nigga
always telling niggas what you got
but you boys ain’t calling shots
people say that i’m a young dumb nigga
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