Youngins

Lyrics

[Chorus] That's a hundred on them drums when them guns start cocking Molly on my tongue, got my jaw still locking Hundred youngins in the cut, they quick to run a nigga pockets Hundred rounds on them drums when them guns start cocking Perc' bullied my muscles [?] pussy feeling cocky Hundred youngins, they bussin, they pop and run that pussy pocket Hundred rounds in them drums when them guns start cocking Molly still on my tongue, got my jaw still locking [Verse 1] .44, cock it, shoot it Bitch, go prostitute it My jaw still locking, screamin' "Fuck the prosecutor" Bells on [?], juggin' deuces all on Bouldercrest Jury still Gucci, touch that brick, get hit with KelTec [?] Hundred young niggas, they lay in your bushes My jaw still lockin' while I'm [?] [?] fartin' like a whoopie cushion Sippin' on the 'Tussin, ain't no question, I'ma bust it Chopper flashin' like a camera, call that bitch Lil' Kodak Youngins in the cut with hundreds of [?], and switches, and stitches Servin' junkies, jumpin' the fences, bells on the benches Six digit, Balmain my britches, chickens in my mama kitchen Trigger finger still itching I'm Mr. [?] these bitches [?] stick, we vibing Got my jaw still locking, I can't talk to the bitch Got a hundred on my thighs [?] bitch, I'm fifty rich I just [?] hundred green guys Still thug, a hundred deep, I'm wit' a hundred rude boys What the fuck my mama tell her son to go to school for? We whippin' up dope in a pot Put that dick on a thot, ooh Audi Quattro [?] Lambo [?] the OG dropped off at my door [Chorus] That's a hundred on them drums when them guns start cocking Molly on my tongue, got my jaw still locking Hundred youngins in the cut, they quick to run a nigga pockets Hundred rounds on them drums when them guns start cocking Perc' bullied my muscles [?] pussy feeling cocky Hundred youngins, they bussin, they pop and run that pussy pocket Hundred rounds in them drums when them guns start cocking Molly still on my tongue, got my jaw still locking [Verse 2] Punchin' on them gas bags, you can call me Rocky Broke my wrist inside a deuce, the [?] lockin' Draco, lemon squeeze, I see you watchin', pocket watchin' Ten bands on this carat, got me lookin' Liberace Young and crippin' wit' the ice, just chop you like a [?] My jaw still locking, I wake up, go get the [?] Ay, fuckin' on a stankin' bitch, right across the street from [?] All I want was top, ay, right back to the spot Blue Benjamin, time to count it Forgiato mountain, how dope boys ride in Atlanta [?] sippin' so fill my script [?] so put [?] all on the counter MPA, brr, brr, big dipper [?] I double clip the KelTec [Chorus] That's a hundred on them drums when them guns start cocking Molly on my tongue, got my jaw still locking Hundred youngins in the cut, they quick to run a nigga pockets Hundred rounds on them drums when them guns start cocking Perc' bullied my muscles [?] pussy feeling cocky Hundred youngins, they bustin', they pop and run that pussy pocket Hundred rounds in them drums when them guns start cocking Molly still on my tongue, got my jaw still locking