Yhung T.O.
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[Verse: Yhung T.O. & Slimmy B]
I'm a big dog to your big homie, riding with this stick on me
Clip big on me, shoot the bitch if she snitch on me
Used to hit licks, now this chain a whole lick on me
All about that chicken, bitch, I gotta keep some strips on me
Keep them strips on me, yeah, bitch, I keep them strips on me
On my momma, wish a n***a would try to get on me
I'm the one who slide givin' dick when your bitch lonely
Make your ass feel some type of way like Rich Homie
Now Lorina only boy, gotta ride with that K close
Strip a n***a down to his socks for that bankroll
The bitch off a zip if she thought that I would chase her
Drinkin' out the bottle, I ain't fuckin' with no chaser
Whole fit cost a ten, I'll do a n***a in
I'll hit a n***a block and come and do that shit again
N***as talkin' out they neck so we hoppin' out them vans
Three K's, Ku Klux Klan, pop a n***a like a Xan'
Pop a n***a like a Xan, tryna hop out a Lamb'
We them n***as settin' trends, all in Neiman's blowin' bands
How y'all funkin' one day and the next n***as friends?
I'll do a n***a in for them Franklins, bands
My bitch keep a GLOCK, not no motherfuckin' taser
I keep them dreadhead n***as with me like Jamaica
In the Bay but I'm tryna move to Vegas like the Raiders
And everywhere I go that Smith with me like Jada
N***as sendin' shots on songs, bitch, we sendin' shots on land
And n***a try and snatch my chain, leave his brains in his hands
N***as thinkin' 'cause I'm singin', I'm the n***a that's the demon
I'll pack a n***a out and I'll do it for no reason
Ten bands in my pocket, she tuck bands in her cleavage
Gave 'em thirty shots and went to catch a flight to Cleveland
You can catch me in Sac, n***a, ridin' with that pack, n***a
N***as say they on me, but where the fuck they at, n***a?
Skrrt, skrrt, pull up in that drop lane changin'
Tryna live this lifestyle but could your ass maintain it?
Only n***a that I'm worried 'bout is Benjamin Franklin
We be in the party sticked up, gang-gangin'
Hundred round, fuck aimin'
I'm a dog, ain't no tamin'
If you want me what you payin'?
If you broke, then I'm taken
N***as get to breakin' when that chopper get to sprayin'
I hit it from the back, lay her down and hit to Blame Em
Lay her down and I hit that shit
N***a pull up on me, I'ma flip that whip
SOB the gang and I'm in that shit
iMessage for them blues, I'll send that bitch
Aye, baby send me naked pictures
I'll slap a n***a brother, I'll pimp a n***a sister
Let you n***as do the trickin', n***a, I'ma stick to trippin'
'Cause for Slimmy, I'll empty, hold thirty in this extension
Yup, and that’s the motherfuckin' truth
We thuggin' in the field while y'all thuggin' in the booth
Your GLOCK got a stick, LOL, mine too
If it's funk, slide through, n***as trip, I'ma shoot
No, I ain't that n***a, I'm that n***a times two
Fit cost a couple thou', band just for my shoes
Ain't no squares in my circle, only boss tycoons
Young n***as worth a couple mil' like soon
This chop got a mop but this GLOCK got a broom
I'll hit a n***a house and houseclean a n***a room
Got one eye with me, he'll clap n***as
MAC missionary, lay a n***a on his back, n***a