Yngx Hoodrich

Lyrics

[Intro] (Triple Seven Mixtape) (Goth-) (Oh my God) (Goth-) (Goth-) [Verse 1: Yngx17] Nigga, I run this shit like Russel I got the rock, I ain't gon' fumble I can't see it if it's [?] 'Cause a nigga vision's tunnel I'm a fuckin [?] Bitch, I cuddle with these bundles And I travel with that choppa, you know we popping like a bubble Oh you got that telescope, and he higher than a hoe I'm a demon in the jungle, I'll stir your fucking uncle I got grams for the hunnid, I pop xans, yeah, I love 'em I'm smoking on that gumbo [?] smokin [?] dumbo (Goth-) Throw your ass in the [?] like Dej Loaf I'm a side nigga, stay in friendzone I'm blowin Hi-Points in the [?], bitch yeah Run it back, then I pull up in a Enzo Game ovеr, fall off [?] stay low Need some gas, nigga ask for my benzo [?] [?] get slicеd like Kimbo [?] nigga in a lambo (tempo) [Verse 2: Kane Grocerys] (Gooooooooth) Dumb ass thot, just a bimbo Only care about my gang and my kinfolk You a lame ass nigga, what you in for? You ain't getting no money, what you here for? You bitch suck my dick, I ain't hit though But you kiss her on the lips 'cause you love that hoe Nigga stacking money, smoking big dope Sipping drank, got a eight of the dirty mud You fufu, I ain't never heard of ya Stick you niggas, send the seven team to murder ya They got killers, hustlers, and burglars Come in your crib and shoot your whole place up Staying on aim, these niggas be telling stuff Blow out your brains so won't be no evidence I'm in lane(?) dripped like a elephant Don't do Balmain, that shit is irrelevant Black shades, my niggas is taking shit I set [?] up on you, bitch Your bitch on my dick, her man is so sick Counting Gucci's, tryna get a movie deal Fuck her twice and then I forget about it Off the shrooms, and I'm tryna get fucking higher You niggas fugazi, you soft as muffins Get smashed like a pump, man, this .40 is busting I'm trapping and booming and serving these junkies My niggas is monkeys, they got them bananas [?] in the door, got white like a honkey Nigga, trip if you want it, I be up in the morning Nigga, trip if you want it, I be up in the morning [Interlude: Kane Grocerys] Brr-brr Pick up the phone, nigga, I'm tryna get some work, man Hello? [Verse 3: Kane Grocerys] Momma said I wouldn't be shit Now look at me, I'm hood rich Cooling with some niggas that's killing shit and shooting shit Cooling with some niggas that's dealing shit Run up on me, 17 gon' let it spit Murk a nigga dead, no reason Hitting licks every day, juggs easy 17, Young OG, we be going crazy Sipping on that mud, man, it have me feeling lazy S Gang put to sleep, rock a bye baby [Outro] (Triple Seven Mixtape)