Lyrics

[Intro: YG] Ayy, look, look [Verse 1: YG] Uh, it's YG 400 The flow cold, got these hoes' nose runnin' The rap game a bakery, I'm getting dough from it And I shop with it, I got something to show from it I got this white girl, she like my snow bunny These niggas jokes in they raps, so funny! It's Mr. Young Gangsta, these niggas so wanksta Like, "Don't sleep on us", these niggas better wake up Candle lit money, nigga, get ya cake up Bullets like makeup, they switch your face up I'm like an airplane, girl, you know what's up Niggas blowing money quick like we blowing blunts Red Chucks like my bitch lipstick I'm taking bitches down, like the hit stick Push in, motherfucker, nigga go hard These niggas baller blocking, I call 'em bo gaurds [Interlude: Mac Miller] Yeah Look, ayy [Verse 2: Mac Miller] Whatever it is, they're getting it straight I'm too obsessed, too dedicated, never escape I ain't scared, I'ma go in, looking like I'm glowing Running on beats, you stomping your feet if you ever be down to be flowing, now I got a notion, I'ma put this into motion Speeding through the present, tryna get there and coast, man Hope this broke man will be there soon For now, the music up loud and the beat on smooth I'm just rhyming, spitting so efficient Keeping the tradition while seeking to be different Just dropped K.I.D.S., but I'm a man of many words I had to do it big, couldn't ever stop the work And now you heard my verse, so your bubble gon' burst Yeah, we on third, say what up to the homies on first If I can, I'ma kick it, rip it just 'cause I love it Now they hit me, ask me to spit it up out in public Got time that you wastin' hatin' When you could focus on your own grind: skatin' Mad I got fans and they mad I got love 'Cause me and music fit like a glove, so snug All you angry mo'fuckers go and form a club 'Cause when you come around me, it ain't nothing but love I got girls giving hugs, people dapping me up And you in the corner, like, "Oh man, Mac sucks" It's been a long grind and a little bit of luck Feeling blessed every day for the way I'm coming up I can promise you this: I ain't even close to done Just pray to God that I'm safe when the soldiers come They hear me, they forgetting if I'm old or young Got this music on lock, but I open up All the time, 'cause my bars and my rhymes be my lifestyle Blowing white clouds, you getting high right now [Interlude: Diggy] Yeah [Verse 3: Diggy] It go live from the Apple, slicing the American pie With dope lyrics, watch me get America high By your appearance, I can get a glimpse of your vibe They say you are what you wear, I'm Yves Saint Laurent Maison Martin Margiella, catch me at the Montreyon, fella Getting money, that's why you all jealous This ain't a rap song, this is a rap psalm Immaculate, so I'ma be the first to cast stone In kindergarten, I was filling out my tax form While my other classmates was learning Jimmy Crack Corn [?], how could I go broad? Riding shotgun with Lupe through Chicago hood Hat tilted to the side like a GD Bumping a Pac CD, picture me rollin', holla when you see me This easy, sorta like my ABC's I'ma take 'em to the Pelham, nigga, one-two-three Know my name when I spell, it's D-I-two-Gs Rather die before I'm telling, see, I'm too G, Diggy! [Interlude: Lil Twist] Yeah Check, Twist [Verse 4: Lil Twist] Beatin' up the beat like it's a high school drumline I got these teachers like "What has he become now?" A young genius, homie, sumn like an Einstein Yeah, I'm balling now, we go to Belize and I'll shine No deportion, split the dough in proportion Grown man money, these kids partial abortion Goin' to the mall, they playing around and horsin' They beefin' while Twizzy up, dropping stacks in Nordstroms Porky Pig Pull, but that ain't all, folks Ain't kidding with y'all folks Sound like a kid but I ain't kidding at all though, so don't mistake me And one more thing: It's Young Mula, baby