YP Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: $lade]
Tryna be stackin
I ain't never slackin
All the homies wit me and you know that they be packin
If I ain't smokin n*gga then I must be rappin
We mobbin lil n*gga, don't let us catch you n*ggas back ends
Rollin and smokin, rollin and smokin, rollin and smokin, no jokin when we tokin
Ain't trippin on a b*tch cause n*gga know that I be focused
Don't ask me where I'm at cause b*tch I'm probably posted
f*ck if you rappin n*gga, who got the most hits
Comin at me n*gga, then you come for the whole clique

[Verse 2: JFlakko]
n*gga stop playin, n*gga stop hatin
You be switch lanin, finna get smoked, get smoked
We not up for no jokes, then I roll up and smoke and smoke
Got a hitta blowin up my phone, yo girl home alone
And I pull up and I got some sh*t you wanna know
If you know you get blown, get blown
pus*y, money, dro is all I think about hoe
So move hoe

{Verse 3: 11diss]
I'm a youngin livin lavish and you know I'm from Inglewood
Got a b*tch on my di*k and you know she hella shook
Stupid n*gga you is broke, stupid n*gga yous a crook, and you know we YP so we up to no good
I got a white hoe
And you know I put her on
I'm chillin wit Rob and he steady smokin strong
And we steady gettin dough
And we steady f*ckin hoes
All the missions to Fig, now we pull up wit the most
On the gang
[Verse 4: NARCO]
Yeah I see you lurkin, early mornin wake and bakin
Got yo b*tch hittin my line, said she wanna f*ck wit me
She a freak on the L O
b*tch I'm Polo'd down to the flo
Never get to close to me, I might turn out to be your worst enemy
b*tch I'm ridin lowkey, got my mind on my money, got yo mind on them broke fiends
b*tch my name is NARCO
N A R C O
Better get it right hoe
I don't pop percocets, I make money moves (aye)

[Verse 5: StuzzyJesse]
Young Prospects be the mob
If you talkin to the mobs, you'll get yo sh*t robbed
Pullin up to yo crib fo deep in the Jeep
Got no time to sleep, all my n*ggas gon eat
Stay focused, put yo mind on the money and trust no b*tch
Trust no b*tch

{Verse 6: Gu@po]
Yeah b*tch it's Guapo
Get the money pronto
Take a lil lightskin b*tch to Toronto
Roll up an eighth in the muhf*ckin Fronto
Don't talk to me if it's not money convos
Granny diabetic, smokin gas my anasthetic
Shoot a n*gga JJ Redi*k, kill this beat go get a medic
Took the wrong pill, f*cked her head up, get an Excedrin
Leave a n*gga holy I could call myself a reverend
[Verse 7: JZ Dap]
I'm wit the Young Prospects
b*tch I'm bout my profit
I ain't really had nun, so I hadda flock sh*t
Gettin to the bag and I don't really even drop sh*t
Talk sh*t, then we gon pull up and pop quick
They seen my style so you know they hadda jock it
Sparkin up the blunt everytime the clock tick
Yo b*tch tried to f*ck, I couldn't even knock it
Me and Young Prospects, really on that mob sh*t
I ain't tryna kiss, I wanna see her topless
I really like to win, I ain't wit that loss sh*t
You ain't shootin sh*t, quit sayin all that nonsense
We doin big things, we really on that boss sh*t
b*tch

[Verse 8: HPB]
Steady wit my n*ggas and we finna turn up
You know that my n*ggas give no f*cks
Never chasin a b*tch, I'm steady chasin bucks
No Milwaukee Bucks
Used to sip a clean Sprite, now I'm sippin mud
Chasin a bag, ion need no love
If I jug you, best believe I took mo than a dub
My n*ggas steady slangin, all them drugs
Sheesh