YL (Rap)
Fuck Yo Couch
[Verse 1]
I throw it all on the scale we could weigh it out
My bitch lay around the house and Rick James the couch (foul)
Me and Cam at the Knicks game they playin' oh boy polaroid
Moment bipolar shorty bicoastal with the love
High culture rest in peace Pop Smoke (rest in peace)
Smoke, I off the mode
Fuck a opp, I'm always comin' up on top though
I'm at the dog show, yo my money's on the great dane
Never changed up for the fame, need the front page pump fake
You dumb late on the wave, framеs with the medusa face
Mе and shorty eat papusas like we still in Spain
Love is pain and pain is the greatest lesson
Stay finessin', I ain't goin back and forth like tennis
I'm a child of divorce why mention
I couldn't really say what sparked the fire in him
But ever since that night he been wilin' with it
Peace to the five percent
Men and women, someone to spread different
Leave a rad cat with his head missin' (damn)
Y off the hook like I went fishin'
I dream it then I live it the next day
On the expressway, get' a check for my next tape
Look, speedin' out I'm in a reefer cloud
Windows is down, I been down but never out
Why you so foul (oh shit, oh shit, yo Ewon)
Does it get easier?
No...yes, it gets easier
Oh yeah? Look at you
Thanks