[Intro]
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[Chorus: JayDaYoungan, FG Famous, Scotty Cain]
Youngan the dumbest, I stay on my shit
Designer my belt, my pants and my kicks
Know I'm the shit, man, just check out my fit
Hold up get a camera, bitch, take me a pic
Hold up my n***a just look at my wrist
You see how it gliss, you know I'm the shit
My whip be so sick, got yo bitch on my dick
I just hit me a lick, now I'm feeling like meech
Know why you hate me, yo bitch on my dick
Really come up from nothing I need me a lick
Just like my hoes all you n***as gon' switch
But my n***as got weapons that look like a stick
I'm trapping come catch me in traffic
You know I be riding with them ratchets
My n***as be stacking [?]
You play around it's gon' get tragic
Yeah
[Verse 1: Scotty Cain]
Got a plug and I run up that check
You a fuck n***a you getting finessed
At 14 had them bands with a Tec
15 had a Glock with a vest
Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen, n***a thuggin' gеttin' money bitch [?]
Yeah
Fucking thesе n***a bitch
She told me where you hide the racks
Put my young n***a on that
N***a we was raised with a [?]
You know we be stacking them racks
We get out the pack in the trap
The trap like I [?] with them straps
Don't play it get zipped for a bag
That thirty stick making me sag
I'm loaded, [?]
Running them bands
All of yo bitches be fans
[?]
Smoking them dabs
Running through a house in half in the day
I'm doing that bag
N***a I get to the cash
You steady be sitting on your ass
You walk in, I see you, I shit on you boys whenever I pass
[Chorus: JayDaYoungan, FG Famous, Scotty Cain]
Youngan the dumbest, I stay on my shit
Designer my belt, my pants and my kicks
Know I'm the shit, man, just check out my fit
Hold up get a camera, bitch, take me a pic
Hold up my n***a just look at my wrist
You see how it gliss, you know I'm the shit
My whip be so sick, got yo bitch on my dick
I just hit me a lick, now I'm feeling like meech
Know why you hate me, yo bitch on my dick
Really come up from nothing I need me a lick
Just like my hoes all you n***as gon' switch
But my n***as got weapons that look like a stick
I'm trapping come catch me in traffic
You know I be riding with them ratchets
My n***as be stacking [?]
You play around it's gon' get tragic
Yeah
[Verse 2: Famous]
[VERSE UNDER CONSTRUCTION]
[Chorus: JayDaYoungan, FG Famous, Scotty Cain]
Youngan the dumbest, I stay on my shit
Designer my belt, my pants and my kicks
Know I'm the shit, man, just check out my fit
Hold up get a camera, bitch, take me a pic
Hold up my n***a just look at my wrist
You see how it gliss, you know I'm the shit
My whip be so sick, got yo bitch on my dick
I just hit me a lick, now I'm feeling like meech
Know why you hate me, yo bitch on my dick
Really come up from nothing I need me a lick
Just like my hoes all you n***as gon' switch
But my n***as got weapons that look like a stick
I'm trapping come catch me in traffic
You know I be riding with them ratchets
My n***as be stacking [?]
You play around it's gon' get tragic
Yeah
[Verse 3: Jay Da Youngan]
You play around it’s gon' get tragic, yeah
Bitch we stay clutching on ratchets
Young n***as flexing ain’t never had shit so we flashing and acting we pass out in traffic
Check me out swaging
So much designer all on me, I’m dripping got me looking tacky
Fuck n***as hating
Glock wit no safety I'm packing, get nasty if you try to pack me
Hope you got a dick wit attachments, we clutching in public, no you can not catch shooters lacking
Scotty a savage
Get yo ass flipped like gymnastics
Bitch I’ll make them come snatch you
Tape up yo mouth
Make sure you don’t make a sound, we gon wrap yo ass up just like plastic
Finessed for the check
You can take 3 to the neck and we still gon run off wit the package
Fuck a n***a hating, tell him get it how he live, I don’t fuck around wit fuck arounds, I put that on my reps
Fuck around when I fuck around and bust it at yo ribs standing 10 toes down never fold never square
Pussies be hating they stay wit the fake and I’m chasing the paper so what is you saying
Headed to riches I really ain’t playing
Bitch I’m about business so what is you saying
[Chorus: JayDaYoungan, FG Famous, Scotty Cain]
Youngan the dumbest, I stay on my shit
Designer my belt, my pants and my kicks
Know I'm the shit, man, just check out my fit
Hold up get a camera, bitch, take me a pic
Hold up my n***a just look at my wrist
You see how it gliss, you know I'm the shit
My whip be so sick, got yo bitch on my dick
I just hit me a lick, now I'm feeling like meech
Know why you hate me, yo bitch on my dick
Really come up from nothing I need me a lick
Just like my hoes all you n***as gon' switch
But my n***as got weapons that look like a stick
I'm trapping come catch me in traffic
You know I be riding with them ratchets
My n***as be stacking [?]
You play around it's gon' get tragic
Yeah
