Y&T 2 lyrics

[Intro]
I got that white sh*t on too, b*tch (Y'all know what the f*ck that is)
By now, y'all know what the f*ck I'm talkin' 'bout (Yeah)
Yeah, young turnt n*gga, b*tch, the movement

[Verse 1]
All these b*tches do is gossip (That's all)
f*ck findin' love, where them blocks at?
Ho tellin' me I'm toxic (Yeah)
sh*t, f*ck the ho, want projects (Nah)
Yeah, bustdown by Nicki, on my way to Avianne (Ayy)
Take a ho to Tiffany's, she ain't ever been off Conners
I got n*ggas locked in Adrian, still talk sh*t like Broner
She a bad b*tch and I want her, either I'm probably f*ckin' or I'm gonna
Yeah, this coat by Saint Laurent, can't say I ain't the one
Make my b*tch suck di*k for hours, ayy, she swear I hate to c*m
Might call my bro, like, "Make it jump"
b*tch had my paper, I hate to front
Got places for dinner, got places for lunch
She love a n*gga but hate to stunt
I'm young and turnt, can't make this up
My b*tches all bad, talkin' eights and up
Tell 'em, "Knock her off," won't say for what
Two hunnid, the jewerly, no safe for us
I'm safe enough, put me in the game, I'm lacin' up
Nah, I lace enough, dawg, I'm raisin' mutts, paws
My n*ggas all heatin' sh*t (Yeah)
It's not the same, it's different (I'm with it)
Cost forty-five plain, not to mention
'Nother twenty-five bucks on the right wrist
Told a ho, I wanna f*ck, I don't like kissin'
Big face, presidents, I don't like n*ggas (Ayy)
[Chorus]
Said the b*tch freaky, I know it (Freaky)
Look at my wrist, I'm glowin' (Wow)
Big Faygos, I'm pourin' (Ayy)
Don't even gotta ask, I'm knowin' (I'm knowin')
She goin', she goin', she goin', she gone
I'm young and turnt on my own
Can't wait 'til my brother get home
I'm young and turnt in this b*tch
All my n*ggas lit

[Verse 2]
Ayy, what you would do for a tip? (Suck di*k)
Ho, it don't even matter, I'm rich (f*ck off)
Probably f*ck my brother, my cousin
Got n*ggas still textin' they love you (Woo)
For the night, baby, f*ck yo' n*gga (Okay)
Porsche white, blue, f*ck it, I'm sippin' (Uh-huh)
For the ATM, I'm crippin'
Bought a 19, don't really make a difference (Nah)
And keep it real, I don't really like mentions
Most n*ggas snitchin', tip 'em (Rats)
f*ck n*gga, just keep yo' distance
Lamb' truck, hell nah, I don't eat out
Double C's on my b*tch when her feet out
Big B's all over the treehouse
[Chorus]
Said the b*tch freaky, I know it
Look at my wrist, I'm glowin'
Big Faygos, I'm pourin'
Don't even gotta tell me, I'm knowin'
She goin', she goin', she goin', she gone
I'm young and turnt on my own
Can't wait 'til my brother get home
I'm young and turnt in this b*tch
All my n*ggas lit (Ayy)