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Lyrics

[Intro: Young Adz] Mm Yeah Some more reverb on that Remedee Yeah, yeah [Chorus: Unknown T & Young Adz] I'm the youngest plug on the block Look at the Louis Vuitton when I rock Cut three nine bars down After every round with a blade I chop (Yeah, yeah) Three quarters a box and I'm whippin' the rock Straight drop 'til the yola locks Straight drop 'til the yola locks I'm the youngest plug on the block Look at the Louis Vuitton when I rock Cut three nine bars down After every round with a blade I chop (Yeah, yeah) Three quarters a box and I'm whippin' the rock Straight drop 'til the yola locks Straight drop 'til the yola locks [Verse 1: Young Adz] Up in the bando with Donna, that woman is my favourite fiend Eleven racks on two waps and one of them came with a beam I started my day with a bud of Gelato and promethazine My runner, he comin' to meet me, I'm smokin' a spliff by the sea You can be my favourite girl, Gucci down to your trainers girl Don't fuck, just taste it girl, make you feel like you're famous girl I'm still on that block with all the fiends out, tryna live right And I still rock with that Glock fifth or I walk 'round with my flick knife [Chorus: Unknown T] I'm the youngest plug on the block Look at the Louis Vuitton when I rock Cut three nine bars down After every round with a blade I chop Three quarters a box and I'm whippin' the rock Straight drop 'til the yola locks Straight drop 'til the yola locks I'm the youngest plug on the block Look at the Louis Vuitton when I rock Cut three nine bars down After every round with a blade I chop Three quarters a box and I'm whippin' the rock Straight drop 'til the yola locks Straight drop 'til the yola locks [Verse 2: Unknown T] Don't slip, that's rule number one in the book Whoosh, fling all my grub in the bush Half of the time I'm the plug in the 'ood Swoosh, wounds from your head to your bugs OG's get smoked, no Kush Leather gloves on, this bark ain't a woof (woof) I would've took green like mush More time, there's food in the T, man push I told this young boy go bank in the bando but he got clocked with my rock, I'm sad, yo Got a four fizz, not a pack of Tango, there's a lot of bells in this spin like Django Hands on the bruck, man clutch, that's manual, try know, anywhere man go, gang roll All my young bucks wanna strike like Fernando, pop let him hop 'cah he does it like Santos [Chorus: Unknown T] I'm the youngest plug on the block Look at the Louis Vuitton when I rock Cut three nine bars down After every round with a blade I chop Three quarters a box and I'm whippin' the rock Straight drop 'til the yola locks Straight drop 'til the yola locks I'm the youngest plug on the block Look at the Louis Vuitton when I rock Cut three nine bars down After every round with a blade I chop Three quarters a box and I'm whippin' the rock Straight drop 'til the yola locks Straight drop 'til the yola locks