YRN lyrics

[Verse: staywidow]
Ima get that cash with my amigos
Young rich n*gga like the Migos
Shawty know she bad, yeah, she a mean hoe
I just wanna f*ck, yeah, ima a freak hoe
I just hit a jugg, so I’m finna spend, coppin’ some sh*t from Japan
Baby, I can’t be ya’ mans, no, put a Glock right on ya’ mans
Truly, it’s right on my pants, yeah, I might just spin in a Benz
I never needed a friend, aye, all I needed was them bands

Young Widow, I’m just too cold, damn
In the spot and I got two poles, damn
With yo’ b*tch and we hit Melrose, damn
Can’t talk ’cause my wrist too frozen
Walked in and ya’ b*tch like, “Oh damn.”
Caught a pack from my bro like Odell
She ain’t wanna f*ck like, oh well
When I hop on the beat, it’s profound
Futuristic swag, found this sh*t in a UFO
I might play that b*tch, play that thot like I’m BMO
All yo’ drip is fake sh*t, ain’t rеal, call it GMO
All these n*ggas hate on thе net but can’t see me though

[Verse: Luhkyo]
Brr, yeah
I been gettin’ money, I ain’t worried about it
I might take off in a brand new Audi
Bad b*tch wanna come touch my body
Yeah, yeah
Hop in that whip, ima skrt off
Bad b*tch wan’ take her skirt off
b*tch, I been winning, n*gga, I deserve it all
f*ck up her head, that b*tch need a Tylenol
I f*ck up some bread, n*gga, yeah, I want it all
These n*ggas broke, n*gga, they don’t get it
Choppa bullets put a hole through yo’ fitted
Hop on a beat, little n*gga, I sh*tted
Look at my gang like, n*gga, we did it, n*gga, we winning
I had to get off my ass like, n*gga, I had to go get it
I can’t be broke, no, I cannot
f*cked on a freak hoe, f*cked on a thot
She wanna lick me up at the spot
Glock with a red beam up at ya’ top
Walk in that b*tch, dude, b*tch give me top
Wet that boy up like a motherf*cking mop
I got yo’ b*tch with the team giving bop
n*gga, we hittin’ up Neimans, ya’ not
I’m tryna walk in that mall, spend a buck fifty
No, these n*ggas cannot f*ck with me
If it’s up, then it’s stuck with me
Semi on me, keep it tuck with me
Got that chop, let it bust on ’em
n*gga talking, we gon’ rush on ’em
She drink me up like an Arizona
Smokin’ mad loud, you can smell the aroma