Young Wild n*gga* lyrics

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[Intro]
(FreshDuzIt)

[Chorus]
I'm a rich, pistol-totin', Glizzy-blowin', young wild n*gga
She love my style, she know we bring them choppers out (Choppers out, uh)
We first forty-eight sh*t (First forty-eight, come here), we forensic baow, n*gga (Ha)
Watch how you talk, you say it's up, it's goin' down

[Verse 1]
You say, you can't take it back (Uh-uh)
He get played to full, he catch a hat (Played to full)
I pull up, you see, exact
I got killers strapped, they in the Scat
She ain't 4X, she ain't got the tag (4X)
We outside, they be on the 'net
I teach you, flip the ho just like a pack
I drop a bankroll, get his brother whacked
I thought that he get hoes (Yeah)
I'm tryna touch your toes
I turn her up and have her doin' sh*t that she ain't did before
All my opps know what it's hittin' four
b*tch, I ain't lost a soul (Uh-uh)
Goin' God, I set the score up like a pick and roll
Uh-huh, that C8 came with ten CEOs, know we in some sh*t (Gang)
We still be in that rental, b*tch, we plottin', tryna spit some sh*t (We on)
I hit his clues, the ho smokin' exotic gas and coppin' explicit, b*tch
They 'bout to stress, it's hard to love a thot
I f*cked his ho, he damn hear killed the b*tch

[Chorus]
I'm a rich, pistol-totin', Glizzy-blowin', young wild n*gga
She love my style, she know we bring them choppers out (Choppers out, uh)
We first forty-eight sh*t (First forty-eight, come here), we forensic baow, n*gga (Ha)
Watch how you talk, you say it's up, it's goin' down
[Verse 2]
These n*ggas can't f*ck with the fours (Can't f*ck with the fours)
They really be duckin' big 4 (They really be duck)
Keep my fire if he clutchin' and close
If he on my head, then we f*ckin' his bro (Come here)
Not to trust, I ain't tuckin' no poles
On his ass, we be wipin' his nose (We on)
Tryna tuck, we got so many poles
I'm the biggest, stil crackin' the fours (Still crackin' the fours)
I like my b*tch red like a rose (f*ck)
They know I'm double R like a Rolls-Royce, comin' beefo, I stick to the code (Get 'em gone)
Bruh up the stick, made her woke (Come on)
She eat di*k, she ain't dance on no boats (Thot)
She said 4 'nem be doin' the most (Haha)
Stick party, big Stunna the host
Big steppers, the opps know we step for they poles (Uh-huh)
We step where they be, get with him for a small fee (Wham)
These n*ggas all cheap (All cheap), my n*ggas all creep (All creep)
Foenem touch they car, want 'em racks, b*tch, we all lost
Give me the back then go to war with me, I don't care 'bout what it cost
Diamonds burr, this sh*t on frost

[Chorus]
I'm a rich, pistol-totin', Glizzy-blowin', young wild n*gga
She love my style, she know we bring them choppers out (Choppers out, uh)
We first forty-eight sh*t (First forty-eight, come here), we forensic baow, n*gga (Ha)
Watch how you talk, you say it's up, it's goin' down