Figure It Out lyrics

[Intro: YN Jay]
(f*ck the fire, we got grease)
sh*t
You know what I'm sayin'? (It's a Wayne beat)
Like, I just sit back and just think about sh*t, you know what I'm sayin'? And I just
You feel me? Ayy (Like I just put this sh*t together, like)

[Verse 1: YN Jay]
I'm good at figurin' sh*t out (Yop)
b*tch suck di*k, I'm good at figurin' sh*t out (I knew it)
I know she got some good cat, I'm good at figurin' sh*t out
I go and get it on my own, I'm good at figurin' sh*t out, damn
I don't want no handouts
Young, but I'm a man now, they just let my mans out (Ooh)
Auntie in the kitchen cookin' soup at Uncle Sam house (She is)
Lightskin b*tch named Gina, we at Pam house (Damn)
How the f*ck you stand out? Livin' at your man's house
Baby, let me hit you from the back and pull your hair out (Hah)
Brodie Shawty D got out of jail, they let the bear out (Big bro)
They just love the eight-ball, guns in thе safehouse (Damn)
Finna buy my eighth housе
Finna throw a seven or eleven, I can't crap out
WWE, she get smacked down (What up, Jay?)
n*gga, you ain't blowin' on no gas, you got a Black & Mild (Boy)
Leave a fake n*gga drankin' somethin' (Man)
[Verse 2: Drego]
All I know is that these n*ggas hoes (Boy)
Might hit a slip like Kim Kold, snuck in with the pole
It ain't sh*t to get you gone, late nights on the road
Early mornings, gettin' it gone, I'm sellin' flapjacks, you ain't know?
Trap n*gga and I keep some big sh*t around (Brrt)
Fifty stick with a switch on it, quick to blow you down (Brraow)
Boy, and I keep this sh*t by the pound
Ain't gotta be in the hood, could still hold the hood down
Black pretty b*tch, French tips, white toes (Mwah)
Economy f*cked up, so I get my dope low (So I get my dope low)
Catch an opp slippin', ooh sh*t, up the score (Up the score)
I'll up a roll, but I'll never up a ho (I'll never up my ho)
I ain't duckin' smoke, but you know I duck the folks (Know I duck the folks)
I'm a street n*gga, so they f*cks with your baby (So they f*cks with your baby)
I play the Eastside like I'm 80's
I never quit the game like I'm Brady (Nope)
When my pockets slim, I get shady (I get shady)
Never let a hard time faze me
Comin' back off my last, that's what made me (That's what made me)
Man, I swear the dope game raised me
I just got a call for a four and a baby (Brt, brrt, brrt)

[Outro: Drego]
Hahahaha
Terrell sh*t