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[Intro: Yhung T.O.] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Aye, aye, aye, aye She only want a nigga 'cause I'm on I been clutchin' on this plastic, on this chrome Only take one call to get him gone Young nigga had to learn to make decisions on my own [Chorus: Yhung T.O.] Now it ain't shit, spent plenty on my fit Got a glizzy on my hip, hold fifty in this clip S 550, five-fifty on my bitch Did everything I want, I had to rearrange that list Aye, had to rearrange that list Bad mouth since a kid, all I do is talk shit I remember I was broke, now a young nigga rich Now a young nigga having, used to never have shit [Verse 1: Lul G] Young nigga never had shit Now a bag on my wrist and a bag on my bitch Cooks in the whip, yeah, that's Tech in the whip Neiman's in the summer, that's a bag on my bitch Twitter talkin' on the Net, nigga, we gon' miss that Young wild nigga, I'll pull up where your crib at You the type of nigga that'll beg to get your bitch back So you the type of nigga that'll pay to get your shit back Cooks in the whip back to back, I be cloudy Fours after fours, pourin' up, I be drowsy Loaf after loaf, OMG, I be countin' Good dick make her smile, back with you, now she frownin' [Chorus: Yhung T.O. & Slimmy B] Now it ain't shit, spent plenty on my fit Got a glizzy on my hip, hold fifty in this clip S 550, five-fifty on my bitch Did everything I want, I had to rearrange that list Aye, had to rearrange that list Bad mouth since a kid, all I do is talk shit I remember I was broke, now a young nigga rich Now a young nigga having, used to never have shit (Gang) [Verse 3: Slimmy B] Bitch, we dipped up the neck (To the neck) Fifty in that clip, fifty shots out that TEC (Buh, buh) Used to hop on the bus, now I hop on the jet (G5) Switchin' states for that check, young nigga from the Crest Thirty bands on my wrist, thirty slugs in this clip Never pay for the pussy, I'm a P, not a trick (Never) Bought the whole fuckin' mall, had to take two trips (Two trips) Up the pole on a opp, left him froze like a glitch (Buh, buh, buh, buh) Tats on my face, big GLOCK on my waist (Big forty) Bands saved for the lawyer if I ever catch a case (Nigga) Benz coupe 4MATIC every time I lane change (Skrrt, skrrt) Get the check, fuck fame, SOB, gang, gang, bitch [Chorus: Yhung T.O.] Now it ain't shit, spent plenty on my fit Got a glizzy on my hip, hold fifty in this clip S 550, five-fifty on my bitch Did everything I want, I had to rearrange that list Aye, had to rearrange that list Bad mouth since a kid, all I do is talk shit I remember I was broke, now a young nigga rich Now a young nigga having, used to never have shit