Young n*gga lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, n*gga
Gang, gang, gang
Big Ski, n*gga, ski
Yeah
On God
n*gga, no cap
(Spacy got this sauce, ho)
Ski

[Chorus]
I'm a young n*gga, stackin' up that pape', puttin' on for the city (For the city)
Made it happen, should've seen they face, they can't believe I did it (Believe I did it)
Started rappin', finally found my way, now we got seven figures (On God)
When people see me out, they just say, "Hey, Ty, can I get a picture?"
Before a n*gga come 'round tryna play, they better reconsider (Reconsider)
Hotboy, brodie keep that fire underneath his pillow (Hot)
Made a way, did it on my own, ain't never need a n*gga (On God)
I'm 'bout my pape', if they ain't gettin' cash, then you won't see me with 'em (Won't see me with 'em)
Talkin' money in my rhymes, I ain't promotin' no violence (Yeah)
All these hoes on my body, I been pimpin' like Scottie
She was playin' hard to get, but I still got up inside her (Ugh)
n*ggas always tryna kick it, I don't do the karate (Spacy got this sauce, ho, what?)
She a good girl, but when she see me, bet she get naughty (On God)
They like, "What you like to do?" b*tch, gettin' bands is my hobby
Youngin really havin' motion, if I like it, I'll buy it (Cha-ching)
Pop and Grimy, them my brothers, if I'm ridin', they ridin' (No cap)
[Verse]
My lil' b*tch should be a stylist 'cause she stay throwin' fits (She always throwin' fits)
Like Danny said, b*tch, I'm from Florida, but I Cuban'd my wrist (On gang)
I been puttin' in that work, b*tch, I been droppin' these hits (Droppin' these hits)
Now ma dukes don't gotta work because her son done got rich, n*gga (Her son done got rich)

[Chorus]
I'm a young n*gga, stackin' up that pape', puttin' on for the city (For the city)
Made it happen, should've seen they face, they can't believe I did it (Believe I did it)
Started rappin', finally found my way, now we got seven figures (On God)
When people see me out, they just say, "Hey, Ty, can I get a picture?" (Spacy got this sauce, ho)
Before a n*gga come 'round tryna play, they better reconsider (Reconsider)
Hotboy, brodie keep that fire underneath his pillow (Fffah)
Made a way, did it on my own, ain't never need a n*gga (Need a n*gga)
I'm 'bout my pape', if they ain't gettin' cash, then you won't see me with 'em (Won't see me with 'em)
Talkin' money in my rhymes, I ain't promotin' no violence
All these hoes on my body, I been pimpin' like Scottie (Yeah)
She was playin' hard to get, but I still got up inside her (Ugh)
n*ggas always tryna kick it, I don't do the karate
She a good girl, but when she see me, bet she get naughty
They like, "What you like to do?" b*tch, gettin' bands is my hobby
Youngin really havin' motion, if I like it, I'll buy it
Pop and Grimy, them my brothers, if I'm ridin', they ridin' (This sauce, ho)

[Outro]
n*gga, yeah, gang, ski