YL (Rap)
Whips
[Hook: YL]
Play this in the cars with the broads all in 'em
This for my dawgs livin' large still flippin'
Play this in the cars with the broads all in 'em
I be gettin' high till I die
No sniffin'

[Verse 1: YL]
Yo settle down
When you 'bout your business
That shit get around, I don't make a sound
Tryna play me son ya'll be gettin' clowned
Yo I bless my city every time my nikes touch the ground
Bitch I'm fly no touchin' down
I do this like I'm real renowned
Son, you know my fuckin' style
[?] I'm buggin' out
Feelin' like a hunnid thou-
Run yo' mouth, we run you out
Triple R the dynasty, somethin' that ya'll gotta see
Yo rippin' mics that's constantly
But honestly I'm tryin' to chill
Rest in peace to half a mil'
Liquor runnin' up my bill and I don't even ball not at all
I'm just bein' real, drink distilled North Face on the jacket
700 fill (this is the North Face men's jacket 700 fill)
[Hook: YL] x2
Play this in the cars with the broads all in 'em
This for my dawgs livin' large still flippin'
Play this in the cars with the broads all in 'em
I be gettin' high till I die
No sniffin'

[Verse 2: YL]
I said that's only on occasion
Summer that is blazin'
If it ain't that OPEN 24 bitch what you playin'
Many nights I stayed in, now I feel amazin' this rainin'
Feel as though my memory is fadin'
Who are you, you lookin' somethin' like a star
You, must not be from 'round here
Pick up when I call you
Just fall through, 36 the number of my bell
If it's ringin' more than twice you can go and hit my cell
We could have a private party, turn my crib to a hotel
On the low if you need a sniff my homie got the blow
That's for just in case, lighter women seem to have expensive taste
Only for they drugs, for they drugs do they fuckin' waste money

[Hook: YL] x3
Play this in the cars with the broads all in 'em
This for my dawgs livin' large still flippin'
Play this in the cars with the broads all in 'em
I be gettin' high till I die
No sniffin'