lirik lagu yung zaay - yung zaay - tired
tired of n-ggas flexing little blowers them is track guns
flexing petty -ss one’s them is not hunds, you n-ggas love being broke it is not fun, shake that -ss lil b-tch you a rat haaan ( 2x )
seven days a week b-tch i need my blue strips, talking tuff but in person never do sh-t
nerd n-gga got stripped for his new sh-t, tucked off getting bands on some smoov sh-t
my n-ggas really in the field babe ruth b-tch, no track guns just long chops like pool sticks
sipping on this juice moving slow like the matrix, i f-ck with bad b-tches with dough, nothing basic
kicking all this flavor little b-tch i know you taste it, feeling like drakeo hitting gates in these maison’s
slide through the telly then yo -ss getting painted, can’t wait to call moms just to tell her that i made it
thick b-tch in the function she ain’t scared shake it, ima bleed the b-tch for the franklins, not playing
most these n-ggas rats, all i’m saying, b-tch i’m really trying touch a mill so i’m praying, i’m praying
223 bullets smack a n-gga in his biceps, trying cool with ralfy smoke good cooks, sip hi-tec b-tch
you n-ggas really cuffing eaters, hollow tips box a n-gga 5 dollar caesars
when it come to money n-ggas know that i’m eager, n-ggas know that i’m eager
when it come to money n-ggas know that i’m eager, n-ggas know that i’m eager aye!
tired of n-ggas flexing little blowers them is track guns
flexing petty -ss one’s them is not hunds, you n-ggas love being broke it is not fun, shake that -ss lil b-tch you a rat haaan ( 2x )
i need some chilli, bop bop b-tch i need a milly
i ain’t want to f-ck yo b-tch because she h-lla filthy, i’m sending smoke to these n-ggas like a f-cking chimney
we rolling fat woods only, can’t roll no skimpy’s, grammy’s on my neck you see the boogers to
im finna blow a n-gga down like i play the flute, every time i touch the dough i’m getting deja vu
these n-ggas really mad because my team be touching h-lla blues, balling on these older n-ggas they didn’t see me coming (hmm), dunking on these n-ggas like demarcus cousins (hmm)
b-tch get out my face, where the bands you touching?
i bled the b-tch out her chilli and her favorite cousin, we ot chasing bands be we really thugging
diamonds got a n-gga crying like he cutting onions, you n-ggas ain’t poe’n nothing but some f-cking tussin
all them franco’s and cuban’s you better tuck’em
tired of n-ggas flexing little blowers them is track guns
flexing petty -ss one’s them is not hunds, you n-ggas love being broke it is not fun, shake that -ss lil b-tch you a rat haaan ( 2x )
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