lirik lagu yung mal - order
[intro]
woah
huh, yeah
yeah, what? yeah
b~tch
[verse 1]
all this money comin’ fast, i gotta keep an order
even though i rap, still in the trap, i might just take your order
don’t give no f~ck, i can’t go broke, i put that on my daughter
i d~mn, sh~t, but my pinky ring a f~ckin’ quarter (yeah)
we hit they block, them n~ggas drop and they talk to reporters
i got a brand new b~tch, her p~ssy wet like rainforest, huh
f~ck them n~ggas, speak on me, they better check the score, huh
they know what’s up, if they want war, then we gon’ give ’em war (huh)
yeah, bad b~tch, her ass fat, shе need to win an award
the other day, i just had court, so i wore tom ford
yеah, we throw money on these wh0res, get it off the floor
ain’t like these n~ggas, you can’t put me in their category
don’t call my phone about no b~tch, no, that ain’t player, john
yeah, she gon’ wanna eat the d~ck when she smell my cologne
i told my son, “just keep it real,” that’s in his chromosome
and i can’t never turn on quill, lil’ bro my backbone
i can’t buy no p~ssy from her, but i got racks on me
ain’t none of these young n~ggas with me dykin’, but they got straps on ’em
my country boy, he on the way, i put the tax on him
lil’ bro ain’t never worked on calls, but he gon’ jack somethin’
phew, phew, phew, he gon’ switch somethin’
i just popped a perc’, n~gga, f~ck your b~tch, i’m tryna stick somethin’
f~ck these n~ggas, i watch they ass go broke ‘fore i fix somethin’
i told the b~tch to dry this f~ckin’ dope, i buy her some ricks or somethin’
[verse 2]
everybody rich in the spot
yeah, how many choppers we got? (prrt)
how many switches we got? (shh)
shut up, lil’ ho, and keep workin’ that pot
i just been stackin’ the guap
put the sh~t up ’til this sh~t dry rot
pull up and i drop my top, huh
ain’t gotta pay for no parking spot
diamonds all over my neck, water
turn this sh~t up, man, i had to go harder
we made the trap spot jump like the quarters
one~five on my back, feel like vince carter
skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, hmm
new trackhawk, this motherf~cker roarin’
i’m in your city, i’ll leave in the mornin’
new opp pack strong, this sh~t here blowin’
[verse 3]
i give a f~ck about the money, this sh~t get blew like h~rn
i know i get this sh~t right back ’cause i know what i’m doin’
i gotta keep that f~ckin’ glock, no matter which way i’m goin’
them n~ggas ain’t never hit my block, so how the f~ck they scorin’?
pff, woo, we got it f~ckin’ snowin’
b~tch say she wanna get her a zone 6 n~gga, she know we the cream of the corn
across the c~n~l, that’s where i was born
counted that count like i hit by a storm
racks on me, sh~t long like an arm
huh, these b~tches got p~ssies showin’ (get off gang)
what? b~tch, yes, i deserve to shine
give a f~ck ’bout what they say, one thing they do, respect my mind
last n~gga died when he crossed that line
put switch on him, now his mama ‘nem cryin’
how the f~ck the blind gon’ lead the blind?
turn my hood up, this sh~t with ’em every time
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