lirik lagu yxungking – street code
we tryna be yxung kings
all that other sh~t played out
double cupped up, jeans with the cuts
bottom double cuffed up
lookin′ for a model who i can cuff up
i wonder if them bronx b~tches let me holler
a bunch of str~ppers or beauticians from the beauty parlor
a couple scammers boostin’ prada, dolce and gabbana
i′m finna squad up, hit the mob, and call up all my partners
i die my young bull, it was young lord, seven knocker
i might head to hoop, rather party next to yonkers
real money cool with all the h~es, g sh~t, be sh~t
crip n~ggas came with these snips
i go, detour, snuck the heat in
it was ladies’ nights uptown on the weekend
so they drink for free
think of g when you think of me
n~ggas play pimpin’, i ain′t into make believe
syrup sippin′ way before the make believe
b~tches in the place to be
i wonder where to take to make ’em shake for me
i′m a motherf~ckin’ g
a~dollar sign, a~dollar~a~p, uh
hunnid gold t~~th and a hunnid gold t~~th
i was young, and i was hung
and i was runnin′ in the streets, that’s g
meet my motherf~ckin′ peeps
wake up in the morning, brush my f~ckin’ t~~th, go freeze
before the other n~ggas throw sleeves
n~gga run the streets we don’t run from police
that′s g
wayside, on the east side, got my hands tied
no time to be inside wasting my time
we′ll slide into nighttime when my n~ggas ride
double cupped up, jeans with the cuts
bottom double cuffed up
lookin’ for a model who i can cuff up
i wonder if them bronx b~tches let me holler
a bunch of str~ppers or beauticians from the beauty parlor
a couple scammers boostin′ prada, dolce and gabbana
i’m finna squad up, hit the mob, and call up all my partners
i die my young bull, it was young lord, seven knocker
i might head to hoop, rather party next to yonkers
real money cool with all the h~es, g sh~t, be sh~t
crip n~ggas came with these snips
i go, detour, snuck the heat in
it was ladies′ nights uptown on the weekend
so they drink for free
think of g when you think of me
n~ggas play pimpin’, i ain′t into make believe
syrup sippin’ way before the make believe
b~tches in the place to be
i wonder where to take to make ’em shake for me
i′m a motherf~ckin′ g
a~dollar sign, a~dollar~a~p, uh
hunnid gold t~~th and a hunnid gold t~~th
i was young, and i was hung
and i was runnin’ in the streets, that′s g
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