Young n*gga lyrics

[Verse 1]
Young Gunna keep pimping
Pull up and I'm politicking
VVS's b*tch I'm dripping
Got on my YSL, b*tch I'm dripping
b*tch looking fly as hell and don't take pictures
n*gga get out of line, a n*gga hitting
My b*tch is fine as hell but she don't listen
That's why I f*ck the b*tch and then dismiss her
I want blue cheese only
I ain't rocking no Saucony's
Gunna gon' be the first one to own it
That sh*t is out of season I don't want it
I got my britches, how 'bout Ferragamo?
I got some choppers, 'bouta buy more ammo
I'm tryna catch a n*gga, I ain't a scammer
I'm in New York and I feel like the panda
Promise I won't let up
You a pus*y n*gga, n*gga shut up
I think these b*tches dig it like a shovel
I got my cheese chip, I'm stacking cheddar
God I made it out the ghetto
I cannot lie a n*gga living better
That Rover came with two umbrellas
White and black seats, I call 'em salt and pepper
I'm a rockstar, I'm toting heavy metal
Hit the gas and press the pedal
n*gga can't get no service, ain't no data
I'll cop another car, you make me madder
I could keep getting money, it don't matter
You don't like what you see then change the channel
Cause I'ma keep popping sh*t on every camera
Gunna Gunna with whatever
[Chorus]
Come where I'm from, gotta keep a gun n*gga
Cause the young n*ggas gon' ride
n*gga can't run, n*gga you can't hide
I come from where the young n*ggas die
Go get a bond n*gga, flip a pot
Break down that bond n*gga, make a lot
n*ggas ain't real, n*ggas never lie
Your brother get killed n*gga, and you gon' cry

[Verse 2]
You can't get what I got
I ain't no pus*y, I ain't someone to try
n*gga can't take the chain or take the watch
n*gga a ghost of Gunna blow the spot
See the real in my eyes
n*gga ain't put my pyrex to no side
I'm from a mob filled with ties
She f*ck me cause she like my vibe
I copped the car then I chopped the top
She want me raw dog but I'm not
I feel like a star when I'm walking out
I shoot you like Paul Pierce, I got a shot
You still playing hard, n*gga need to stop
My n*gga never seen the drought
And Troup like a guard living on the south
I come from where them bodies drop
[Chorus]
Come where I'm from, gotta keep a gun n*gga
Cause the young n*ggas gon' ride
n*gga can't run, n*gga you can't hide
I come from where the young n*ggas die
Go get a bond n*gga, flip a pot
Break down that bond n*gga, make a lot
n*ggas ain't real, n*ggas never lie
Your brother get killed n*gga, and you gon' cry