Young n*gga lyrics

[Intro]
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
Huh, this sound like an intro
Hah
Probably shootin' dice, what it— uh

[Verse]
Probably shootin' dice, what's your point? What it hit for?
b*tch said she got some good pus*y, what it hit for?
I ain't sneak in no b*tch crib, but I tiptoed
All these f*ckin' diamonds on my body look like disco
I just bought a ten on Wockeisha, I need six more
Seen a young n*gga, 1976 fro
Thick b*tch wanna ride di*k, she be really on it
n*gga probably out here broke as f*ck, he don't really want it
Could've hit your b*tch, but I'm straight, I ain't really want it
I remember I was skinny as f*ck, I was really boney
Now I'm on my way to buy some— aw, sh*t
Now I'm on my way to buy some food, I was really hungry
Chillin' at the top by myself, I be really lonely
I just wanna see my n*ggas win, can't forget the homies
'Member whеn I was a baby boy, can't forget 'bout Jody
Car been at the shop for six months, can't forget my oldiе
b*tch, I got a brick on my wrist, can't forget my Rollie
I remember we was stealin' cars, can't forget 'bout stolies
b*tch always want a PlayStation, can't forget 'bout Sony
I just broke up with my b*tch, now I'm tryna make it right
Can't forget my roses
I just put a ring on her finger, but I ain't propo'— damn
I just put a ring on her finger, but I ain't proposing
Why the f*ck you tryna play the game if you can't control it?
This the baddest b*tch I ever seen, but she ain't the coldest
Big bro got a lot of ice, but he ain't the frozest
I can't play Warzone with you if you ain't gon' focus
n*gga say he catch a lot of bodies, but he ain't gon' smoke sh*t
Tried to teach lil' bro the game, but I ain't gon' coach it
Why the f*ck you tryna— damn
Why the f*ck you tryna play the game if it ain't no tokens?
I be mixin' Wock' with the Trish, but this ain't no potion