CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : My Niggas

(Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy, that probably Tago)
Young n***a world
(T- T- TnT on the beat)
Young n***a ways (Juvy)
I just really want that money n***a, f**k a hoe (Okay)
Screaming free my n***as, n***a f**k troll
That hard, f**k n***a
Army Gang sh*t

I'm screaming free my n***as, n***a f**k troll (F**k 12)
I just really want that money n***a, f**k a hoe (F**k a b*t*h)
I just want them blue strips, yeah a bankroll (Straight cash)
Smoking outta a swisher and a eggroll (Straight gas)
I'm screaming free my n***as, n***a f**k troll (F**k 12)
I just really want that money n***a, f**k a hoe (F**k a b*t*h)
I just want them blue strips, yeah a bankroll (Straight cash)
Smoking outta a swisher and a eggroll (Straight gas)

How you say you gang but you f**king told? (Pu**y n***a)
These n***as switching up, man these n***as hoes (These n***as b*t*hes)
Wap with the mob, that b*t*h hold a hunnid (Wap)
F**k with Fetty Top, then my n***as gunning (Fetty)
F**k what you sayin', you ain't taking nothing (F**k n***a)
Young n***a world, baby, you know how we coming (You know)
Stop all that flexing boy, you fake stunting (He is)
You say you got that sack, then my n***as rushing (We is)
One hunnid in the choppa, I'ma get to dumpin' (He is)
Who that n***a over there? That boy lookin' funny (What the f**k)
I shoot him in his head then I got his stummy (Oh sh*t)
That gas got me stuck, feelin' like a zombie (Cold)
Money looking old just like Bill Cosby (God damn)
I'm feelin' just like Zack the way I run the lobby (Okay)
The lobby, I, I, I run the lobby
Young n***a world
I swear to God we get them hunnids

I'm screaming free my n***as, n***a f**k troll (F**k 12)
I just really want that money n***a, f**k a hoe (F**k a b*t*h)
I just want them blue strips, yeah a bankroll (Straight cash)
Smoking outta a swisher and a eggroll (Straight gas)
I'm screaming free my n***as, n***a f**k troll (F**k 12)
I just really want that money n***a, f**k a hoe (F**k a b*t*h)
I just want them blue strips, yeah a bankroll (Straight cash)
Smoking outta a swisher and a eggroll (Straight gas)

Young n***a world, young n***a world, a young n***a world
Ayy, ayy, they just locked my little partner
Sending shots at opps, f**k n***as, they imposters
They know how we rocking, young n***as, yeah, we bomin'
Stick hold a whole hunnid, n***as ain't know nothing
I don't know why you frontin', hey, hey, and we like the racks, we like the cash
These n***as hating, I know that they mad
Get out my feelings, I'm in my bag
Huh, me and Juvy, we turn up with them racks
F**k n***a, if you hatin', big block, you know you get scratched
I'm all in my pot, I'm making it lock
She suckin' this d**k, she making it drop
We f**king on thots, young n***a keep guap
If a n***a start hating, you know we send shots
I'ma knock out his noodle, I'ma knock out his temple
F**k n***a stop rapping, yeah don't miss your manners
Young n***a gon' get it, young n***a gon' get it
Yeah, on my young n***as, we gon' get it
Yeah, f**k the cops
Young n***a steady screaming "F**k the opps"
Big Glock, know how we rock
See something in these bushes, we sending shots yeah
Yeah, f**k 'em, ain't gon' f**k the b*t*h, without no rubber
She just suck my d**k, 'cause I don't trust her
And if you pull some sh*t, then I'm gon' buss him
I'm screaming free my n***as, n***a f**k troll (F**k 12)
I just really want that money n***a, f**k a hoe (F**k a b*t*h)
I just want them blue strips, yeah a bankroll (Straight cash)
Smoking outta a swisher and a eggroll (Straight gas)
I'm screaming free my n***as, n***a f**k troll (F**k 12)
I just really want that money n***a, f**k a hoe (F**k a b*t*h)
I just want them blue strips, yeah a bankroll (Straight cash)
Smoking outta a swisher and a eggroll (Straight gas)

For the money, yeah hoe, you know
We got the bread, we got them lows
She suck my d**k, then she f**k on my bro
I ain't ask your b*t*h, hit the floor
Baby girl go hit the floor
Suck on that d**k real slow
Yeah, speed it up, speed it up
Yeah, hunnid racks
F**k on that b*t*h everywhere
All my n***as throwin' nails
Right next to the blood
Right next to the blood, ooh
I'm your guy, not your cousin
I got a couple of cousins, I got a couple of bousins
If he run up, we gon' buss him
You're not my brother then we gon' buss him
Uh, oh
N***a they know not to trust us
Oh, slime, and oh, woah
We tryna get the lows, and we scream "F**k 12"
They got my dawg in the cell, treat him like a f**king hamster
Damn, they just tryna get to one of the bags man
Damn, now you got everybody lookin' sad man
F**k 12, they know, they know just where I'm, oh
N***as know what we do
Pull up upping them tools and rob that store

They, they know we on this sh*t, green light (Ooh)
Damn, damn, fasho (Ooh)
Free the gang
Young n***a world (Ooh)
Pull up, uh, we gonna let it blow
Young n***a world
Young n***a ways