Young Ns lyrics

[Intro: Fat Trel]
I don't know what to say on the intro, man, we just gon'... turn up
You feel me?
B-b-b-bang
Ay hold up

[Chorus: Fat Trel]
I got the club on swole, woah, control your ho, young n*gga
I'm in the trap in the back with the strap, it's ready to blow, young n*gga (Boom)
I'm in the kitchen, I whip on the stove, I got it to go, young n*gga
You need a loan, young n*gga, leave me alone, young n*gga
I get 'em gone, young n*gga, shoot like Malone, young n*gga (Bow)
I'm bad to the bone, young n*gga, they say this a song, young n*gga
Got it on my own, young n*gga, I'm in the zone, young n*gga
I play on my phone, young n*gga, lower your tone, young n*gga

[Verse 1: Fat Trel & No Savage]
Woah, I been workin', I been serving in traffic
I wrap a brick up in plastic
sh*t dissappear like its magic
Try me, get put in a casket
Beefin' with me, it get tragic
I make a play like I'm Magic
I'm done with the b*tch, I done had it
I pop me a perc and I smash it
I'm really gettin' it, whippin' it
Weighing the packages, sending it
I hope you got it, it's ten of 'em
And come to this trap, and I'm diligent
You act like you don't know the difference
You f*ckin' them b*tches, I'm pimpin' 'em
This b*tch really think I'm a gentleman
These n*ggas gay and I'm really not feelin' 'em
What you gon' do?
I'ma just count up the dividends
I'ma collect me a bag
I went to the church with the strap on
What else?
I'm on the flight with the gas
I'm whippin' this b*tch like a Jag
She f*ckin' on me and my man
This chopper'll give you a tan
This chopper, it come from Japan
[Chorus: Fat Trel]
I got the club on swole, woah, control your ho, young n*gga
I'm in the trap in the back with the strap, it's ready to blow, young n*gga (Boom)
I'm in the kitchen, I whip on the stove, I got it to go, young n*gga
You need a loan, young n*gga, leave me alone, young n*gga
I get 'em gone, young n*gga, shoot like Malone, young n*gga (Bow)
I'm bad to the bone, young n*gga, they say this a song, young n*gga
Got it on my own, young n*gga, I'm in the zone, young n*gga
I play on my phone, young n*gga, lower your tone, young n*gga

[Verse 2: No Savage]
I'm in the club with guns and young ass b*tches
It ain't hard, I do it for fun, n*gga
Whip out the glizzy, I'm not tryna bump with a n*gga
Did this sh*t by myself, I'm not frontin' that n*gga
Do this sh*t for the killers and robbers
I f*ck with the steppers, and f*ck with the mobsters
n*ggas like b*tches, they tellin' and gossip
Copped me a pint just to sip out the bottle
Racks in my pocket, can't f*ck with no broke b*tch
I need a b*tch with some money that know sh*t
You gon' be a hundred or gon' be a ho b*tch
Talkin' that sh*t, I'ma come see whats up with 'em
Hot ass n*gga, you know I don't f*ck with 'em
b*tches done switched, so I can't put no trust in 'em
G19, got like 31 in in it
I was just down in this sh*t, now I'm up in it
[Chorus: Fat Trel]
I got the club on swole, woah, control your ho, young n*gga
I'm in the trap in the back with the strap, it's ready to blow, young n*gga (Boom)
I'm in the kitchen, I whip on the stove, I got it to go, young n*gga
You need a loan, young n*gga, leave me alone, young n*gga
I get 'em gone, young n*gga, shoot like Malone, young n*gga (Bow)
I'm bad to the bone, young n*gga, they say this a song, young n*gga
Got it on my own, young n*gga, I'm in the zone, young n*gga
I play on my phone, young n*gga, lower your tone, young n*gga