Ripped Jeans

Lyrics

[Intro: YN Jay] (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) Ha Nyah (Fuck with 'em, Bill) Nyah Nyah [Verse 1: YN Jay] I got the same jacket on, but these some different jeans It's so much dog shit on my pants, these some different jeans You and me are not alike, we got different genes So much gaffle in my pants, I just ripped the jeans Bitch ass fat as fuck, she just ripped the jeans I ain't got a teacup but I be sippin' lean Nigga tried to ball by himself, how you forget the team? I just dropped a еight and popped a 'Zac, got me feelin' mean Ayy, I'm in bеast mode Knock-Knock, when they get to the door, shoot through the peephole This bitch pussy wide open, it's a deep hole Bitch fucked up my 'Wood, I had to reroll Next Friday, get 'em Chico Ayy, your album cover hard, but songs weak though Is your toes painted? Let me see your feet, ho You ain't gon' shoot the gun, let me see the heat, bro Ayy, first thing first, shoutout Rio Bro helped me make my first million, now I need more Ayy, in that ocean, I'ma shark, you a Nemo Nigga, get the fuck back, you a weirdo Why you standin' by me? A rack ain't shit, my pants a thousand Ayy, we put his ass in a 'Wood, then lit that bitch up We put a lighter to your crib and lit that bitch up "Ha, ha", knock the breath out of him We shot a nigga in his leg, now he can't step 'bout it Bro shoot from deep as hell, they think Steph shot him My fiend went to rehab, he got a meth problem [Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG] Haha All blue hundreds on my— alright All blue hundreds in my living room, nigga I— alright, alright, alright, alright, alright All blue hundreds on my living room floor, I'm crip walkin' I'm petty, sold a pint and took a zip out it What I'ma wear tomorrow? Maybe Rick, probably Just let Lil' Tay use my Escalade, he shot a switch out it We got a big problem My drank man just said it won't be 'til tomorrow I'm with the Coochie Man, pull your clit out You want my autograph? Pull a tit out I shit talk so much, I got a big mouth But I don't talk that much unless it's 'bout dollars I thinkin' he workin' for the feds, bro, his watch wired Every other week, we go Glock shoppin' I'm only slidin' in a BP, I'm not a car hopper My lil' brother bad, he a bar popper I need a diamond link, let's go star shoppin' This bitch shine like a shootin' star They had his shit in park bu— They had his shit in park but the .308 moved the car I wonder what video I'ma shoot tomorrow Damn, it's some' else I gotta do tomorrow My family mad at me 'bout the Scooter bar But shit, I didn't lie, I told the truth to y'all But lyin' on a nigga, that ain't standin' on the business You can't have an attitude when the truth involved He got the law involved, I got troops involved We keep them bitches on us, we'll shoot in the mall I don't window shop, what you do in the mall? I just asked some fine shit what she doin' tomorrow? She said everything I really wanna do You know if you pull up, then I'm fuckin' you? I'm like a dog with that lil' pink thang out Bitch, I'll get stuck to you Like, bitch, like a female dog I ain't Day Day, I would've shot your ass you keyed my car They'll really bite some', gotta feed my dogs Got another pint comin', finna drink it all [Outro: Rio Da Yung OG] Damn, I'm trippin' like I forgot Jay was on the front of the song, that motherfucker ran so long This shit be fun though, bro, for real shit