YL (Rap)
Wimbledon
[Verse 1: MID]
With immense focus, move a chess piece put you in check
Check it out, now can I get the check please
Save the last for best please
Or pop the best vintage before the rest please
She picture message text me, girl that's sexy
They think they gonna next me, they perplex me
Yeah, you don't hold tech you just a techie (nerd)
You don't fold checks, you just rock Nike
Uh, oh I see you icey but I'll put you over high heat
Middle of the summer like the pseudonym [?]
I shoulda went, know I had to get back on the move again

[Verse 2: YL]
Look, I'm smoke the cinnamon feelin' like a kid again
Swingin' like I'm at the Wimbledon
You not that interesting
RRR the label, C-E-O businessmen
You givin' in, you thought it was a jump shot when I'm pivoting
I record in any room, the signal then I gotta do it
I'm 'bout the music you just worry where you fittin' in
[?] spinnin' this, spittin' game its a hit or miss
Forever trapped in the beat where the rhythm lives
Shorty hit me on the daily, some religious shit
My people growin' its fulfillin' just to witness it
It's been a minute you ain't gotta act like you ain't miss me
The ops are lookin' extra crispy shorty gettin' frisky