YKWTFGO lyrics

[Intro]
KY engineerin'
Lil Donald
Yeah
Ayy you know what the f*ck goin' on n*gga
Yeah, woo

[Chorus]
Left pocket full of blue hundreds
You know what the f*ck goin' on (hey)
n*gga ain't gon' give you nothin'
You know what the f*ck goin' on (you know it)
These hoes f*ckin' for the money
You know what the f*ck goin' on (you know it)
These n*ggas broke and they mad (they broke)
You know what the f*ck goin' on (they mad)
You know what the f*ck goin' on (okay)
All my weed be strong (that gas)
You know what the f*ck goin' on (you know it)
All these hoes givin' me dome (serve)
You know what the f*ck goin' on (you know it)
n*gga really havin' them racks (them racks)
You know what the f*ck goin' on (you know it)
n*gga be flippin' them packs (Lil Donald)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'm havin' a lil paper now (I'm havin' it)
So I might be a lil c*cky (lil c*cky)
All these hoes shootin' shots, yeah (shootin')
But I know the b*tch gon' block it (they blockin' it)
Let's talk about these broke n*ggas (no)
Nah, let's stay off that topic (stay off that)
I be really focused on my collard greens
But I ain't gon' squash it (fire)
I just be stackin' my dollars (stackin')
Nah I ain't talkin' 'bout ones (ain't talkin' 'bout)
I just be bustin' them nines (fire)
I ain't even talkin' 'bout guns (not a pistol)
I just be tellin' hoes ride (ride)
Nah I ain't talkin' 'bout cars (skrrt)
Weed got me on a different planet (oh sh*t)
Nah I ain't talkin' bout Mars (ayy)
n*gga used to door lock (door lock)
Now I got all hundreds in the shoebox (big racks)
In theEast Atlanta like Guwop (East Atlanta)
b*tch just suck it 'til I say stop (suck it)
And I don't even f*ck with y'all n*ggas (I don't with y'all)
So you can stop callin' my phone (don't call me bro)
When I see you I'ma slap you (slap you)
You know what the f*ck goin' on (you know what the f*ck goin' on), yeah
[Chorus]
Left pocket full of blue hundreds
You know what the f*ck goin' on (hey)
n*gga ain't gon' give you nothin'
You know what the f*ck goin' on (you know it)
These hoes f*ckin' for the money
You know what the f*ck goin' on (you know it)
These n*ggas broke and they mad (they broke)
You know what the f*ck goin' on (they mad)
You know what the f*ck goin' on (okay)
All my weed be strong (that gas)
You know what the f*ck goin' on (you know it)
All these hoes givin' me dome (serve)
You know what the f*ck goin' on (you know it)
n*gga really havin' them racks (them racks)
You know what the f*ck goin' on (you know it)
n*gga be flippin' them packs (Lil Donald)

[Verse 2]
I'm stackin' the game with some animals, call it Jumanji
I'm tryna f*ck on that b*tch, miss me with all of that hunchin'
n*gga try me, I'ma punch him
n*gga try me, I'ma lunch him
Off, just like a rocket, uh
Hundreds be all in my pocket, yeah
Need me a Keisha off Belly, uh
Tryna put somethin' in the Bentley
Brother got food in the ceiling
If he had bail I would bail him
I got them packs, I'ma mail 'em
Girl if I f*ck I won't tell 'em
I got her main n*gga jealous
I nut in her mouth 'cause I'm petty
These b*tches beggin' and broke, you know what the f*ck goin' on
n*gga this gas I smoke, you know what the f*ck goin' on
You ain't talkin 'bout no bags, please don't my phone
I don't pull up for no grams, you know what the goin' on
[Chorus]
Left pocket full of blue hundreds
You know what the f*ck goin' on (hey)
n*gga ain't gon' give you nothin'
You know what the f*ck goin' on (you know it)
These hoes f*ckin' for the money
You know what the f*ck goin' on (you know it)
These n*ggas broke and they mad (they broke)
You know what the f*ck goin' on (they mad)
You know what the f*ck goin' on (okay)
All my weed be strong (that gas)
You know what the f*ck goin' on (you know it)
All these hoes givin' me dome (serve)
You know what the f*ck goin' on (you know it)
n*gga really havin' them racks (them racks)
You know what the f*ck goin' on (you know it)
n*gga be flippin' them packs (Lil Donald)