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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 n*gga 'cause I'm on
I been clutchin' on this plastic, on this chrome
Only take one call to get him gone
Young n*gga had to learn to make decisions on my own

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Now it ain't sh*t, spent plenty on my fit
Got a glizzy on my hip, hold fifty in this clip
S 550, five-fifty on my b*tch
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 sh*t
I remember I was broke, now a young n*gga rich
Now a young n*gga having, used to never have sh*t

[Verse 1: Lul G]
Young n*gga never had sh*t
Now a bag on my wrist and a bag on my b*tch
Cooks in the whip, yeah, that's Tech in the whip
Neiman's in the summer, that's a bag on my b*tch
Twitter talkin' on the Net, n*gga, we gon' miss that
Young wild n*gga, I'll pull up where your crib at
You the type of n*gga that'll beg to get your b*tch back
So you the type of n*gga that'll pay to get your sh*t 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 di*k make her smile, back with you, now she frownin'
[Chorus: Yhung T.O. & Slimmy B]
Now it ain't sh*t, spent plenty on my fit
Got a glizzy on my hip, hold fifty in this clip
S 550, five-fifty on my b*tch
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 sh*t
I remember I was broke, now a young n*gga rich
Now a young n*gga having, used to never have sh*t (Gang)

[Verse 3: Slimmy B]
b*tch, 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 n*gga from the Crest
Thirty bands on my wrist, thirty slugs in this clip
Never pay for the pus*y, I'm a P, not a trick (Never)
Bought the whole f*ckin' 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 (n*gga)
Benz coupe 4MATIC every time I lane change (Skrrt, skrrt)
Get the check, f*ck fame, SOB, gang, gang, b*tch

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Now it ain't sh*t, spent plenty on my fit
Got a glizzy on my hip, hold fifty in this clip
S 550, five-fifty on my b*tch
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 sh*t
I remember I was broke, now a young n*gga rich
Now a young n*gga having, used to never have sh*t