Yngx Hoodrich lyrics

[Intro]
(Triple Seven Mixtape)
(Goth-)
(Oh my God)
(Goth-)
(Goth-)

[Verse 1: Yngx17]
n*gga, I run this sh*t like Russel
Got the rock, I ain't gon' fumble
I can't see it if it's [?]
'Cause a n*gga vision's [?]
[?]
b*tch, I cuddle with these bundles
And I travel with that chop, you know we popping like a bubble
Oh you got that telescope, and he higher than a hoe
I'm a demon in the jungle, I'll serve your f*cking uncle
I got grams for the under, I pop xans, yeah, I love those
I'm smoking on that gumbo [?] dumbo (Goth-)
I'm a swag [?]
I'm a side n*gga, stay in friendzone
[?] in the endzone
Game over, fall off [?]
[?]
[?]
[?] gеt sliced like Kimbo
[?] limbo
[Verse 2: Kane Grocerys]
Dumb ass thot, just a bimbo
Only care about my gang and my kinfolk
You a lamе ass n*gga, what you here for?
You ain't getting no money, what you here for?
You b*tch suck my di*k, I ain't hit though
But you kiss her on the lips 'cause you love that hoe
[?] stacking money, smoking big dope
Sipping drank, got a eight of the dirty mud
You fufu, I ain't never heard of ya
Stick you n*ggas, send the seven team to murder ya
They got killers, hustlers, and burglars
Come in your crib and shoot your whole flex up
Staying on aim, these n*ggas be telling stuff
Blow out your brains so won't be no evidence
[?] dripped like a elephant
Don't do Balmain, that sh*t is irrelevant
Black shades, my n*ggas is taking sh*t
[?] up on you, b*tch
Your b*tch on my di*k, her man is so sick
Counting Gucci's, tryna get a [?]
f*ck her twice and then I forget about it
Off the shrooms, and I'm tryna get f*cking higher
My n*ggas fugazi, you soft as muffins
Get smashed like a pump, man, this .40 is busting
I'm trapping and booming and serving these junkies
My n*ggas is monkeys, they got them bananas
[?] got white like a honkey
n*gga, trip if you want it, I be up in the morning
n*gga, trip if you want it, I be up in the morning
[Interlude: Kane Grocerys]
Brr-brr
Pick up the phone, n*gga, I'm tryna get some work, man
Hello?

[Verse 3: Kane Grocerys]
Momma said I wouldn't be sh*t
Now look at me, I'm hood rich
Cooling with some n*ggas that's killing sh*t and shooting sh*t
Cooling with some n*ggas that's dealing sh*t
Run up on me, 17 gon' let it spit
Murk a n*gga dead, no reason
Hitting licks every day, juggs easy
17, Young OG, we be going crazy
Sipping on that mud, man, it have me feeling lazy
S Gang put to sleep, rock a bye baby

[Outro]
(Triple Seven Mixtape)