Ay Yuh Yuh yuh Ooh I hit the YNS squad cause you know it's been a minute We some young ass niggas but we ain't no fucking children Got Bunz in the back and he whipping in the kitchen Pope barely hit me back so we in the stu chilling See the moon through the ceiling but the roof ain't missing Free Machete out the prison he my nigga and I miss him Ya he did what he did so that he could keep living Turned a nigga John Doe don't know his name and he missing Ay Don't know his name and he missing Money motivated so you know we stay flipping Money on my mind on a million dollar mission Geeking off a perc and these shits got me itching Pimp slap a nigga if he wanna get to testing Sipping on the lean you stay sipping on the tussin' Fucking on yo bitch got a nigga straight fussing I'm a hustler ass nigga Imma always stay strutting You a pussy ass boy so don't even get to fussing Shoot a nigga in his head leave him with concussion Stupid nigga try to play me know the repercussions No discussions Uh Got that big chop on me take a nigga wig off him So many blues think I should be C walking Seen him shit talking told him to get walking Got his ass shaking call him little Chris Walkin New teeth new me bad ass bitch and she sucking on my bean Call me Dapper Dan Off White looking clean Mouth full of money see the gold when I cheese Living like a G got to keep it real for the team Pull up on a pussy hit him with a green beam Bitch Ain't no discussions pay me upfront or you ain't getting nothing Don't act dumb Imma shoot you and your homies No I don't f*ck with no motherfucking phonies Taking something from me better say bye to ya mommy Nigga sneaking round my house thinking that he quiet Beat his ass down like a one man riot Back to my business passing birds like a pirate I don't give a f*ck what you dumb niggas heard Ay we get to the money and we get to the wealth In a bout 7 months Imma get my own house YNS blowing up and we wen from rags to riches Moving outta Show Low cause these nasty bitches Ya she got some mileage bring the car fax with em But she got a cute face nice ass and titties If my niggas gotta ride bet I'm sliding with em Got some cake in my pocket be the last one sniffing If you fucking with my opps you get blasted with em And she walking with a limp I'm breaking backs off bitches I be smoking fat living life you ain't doing jack you ain't living right Put that shit in the past I ain't trynna fight Steady talking back like this boy trynna die Steal the liver out his back leave him traumatized Passing packs around the map bout take flight Bitch don't call back ill be back tonight Puffing on the mota nigga pass me the pipe She say she want a real nigga he don't hit it right Bout to pipe but a nigga pass it to the right