Ya Heard

Lyrics

[Intro] C'mon Platinum in that trap, you heard? Young rich and black [Chorus] I ain't never gotta rap, you heard? I done went platinum in that trap, you heard? Ain't worried 'bout shit but them racks, you heard? They hate me 'cause I'm young rich and black, you heard? I ain't never gotta rap, you heard? I done went platinum in that trap, you heard? Ain't worried 'bout shit but some racks, you heard? They hate me 'cause I'm young rich and black, you heard? [Verse 1] Used to have junkies clean the trap up Way before you lil' niggas ever had a rap buzz I'm on Fordham and Hayes picking packs up Making hand-to-hand transactions with my strap tucked Was a heavy hand nigga breaking razor blades I'm up early on the first day getting paid today Cut the big up in rocks, sold the whole eighth My favorite auntie come and clean the whole plate You ain't no real hustler, you ain't sold shake When it's money on the floor, we make the hoes wait Used to save up to get a whole cake Ask the fiends about me, they know my whole name, bitch [Chorus] I ain't never gotta rap, you heard? I done went platinum in that trap, you heard? Ain't worried 'bout shit but them racks, you heard? They hate me 'cause I'm young rich and black, you heard? I ain't never gotta rap, you heard? I done went platinum in that trap, you heard? Ain't worried 'bout shit but some racks, you heard? They hate me 'cause I'm young rich and black, you heard? [Verse 2] Hundred pounds came in, it's time to break 'em down Only selling zips and halfs, ain't no weight around We call this shit a drought if ain't no yay around I need three-fifty in quarters like Kanye around Talking 'bout that work, not them Yeezys I really put in work, that's on Jesus Cut a zip of dog up in pieces (What you know about it?) I gotta cut this shit or it might kill the people (They might pass out) My dawg'll bust your head, I give him a reason Auntie fell and bust her head when she used that needle (For real) The feds was in the hood, you ain't even peep 'em Now you in the can, worried 'bout if your bitch cheatin' (Damn) Been ballin' on these niggas, this the fifth season Get a whiff of these chains and your bitch leaving (She gone) If I ain't up close I'ma inf' beam him Nigga drop one of ours and we gon' get even, pussy [Chorus] I ain't never gotta rap, you heard? I done went platinum in that trap, you heard? Ain't worried 'bout shit but them racks, you heard? They hate me 'cause I'm young rich and black, you heard? I ain't never gotta rap, you heard? I done went platinum in that trap, you heard? Ain't worried 'bout shit but some racks, you heard? They hate me 'cause I'm young rich and black, you heard?