CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : YNS
Oh, I gotta keep f**kin' goin'
Yeah
Young n***a World
And that's for life
All my n***as dons, ya dig
Goats, them some dons
Know what I'm sayin'
Woo
b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, (Yeah) Young n***a World, b*t*h (Yeah)
Yeah, Young n***a World, b*t*h
Young n***a World, G (Okay, b*t*h)
Young n***a World, jit (Okay, b*t*h)
b*t*h, b*t*h, okay, haha
Young n***a World sh*t
Young n***a World sh*t
Young n***a World sh*t
Hol' up, young n***a sh*t
This that young n***a sh*t (sh*t)
Been thuggin' since a jit
Every Glock got a d**k (A d**k)
A laser on my chopper, tell me how could I miss
Bag a Smith & Wesson, we got Glock 26 (Okay)
Young n***a sh*t, this that young n***a sh*t (That sh*t)
They'll tape his momma up and throw his ass in a ditch (Lil b*t*h)
I heard you bout that action but lowkey you a b*t*h
I seen the paperwork, lil boy, I know you a snitch
Oh, god damn, uh [?], you say you broke as f**k and that you down on your d**k (Get off your ass)
Well, get off off your ass and go and hit you a lick
Go and get them credit cards and [?]
Wait, go and get them credit cards and bring 'em to me
You wanna make 1200 dollars, come and f**k with me
I got a whole lotta real n***as who love me
I got a whole lotta killers who f**k with me
And they still f**k with me even though we
From two different f**kin' parts of the atmosphere
I got diamonds and they shinin' like [?] (Like [?])
Catch you n***a haters, how we do your [?] (Do your [?])
And you know a n***a got a couple bands in here (Got 'em bands)
I'm in the booth right now, I got a couple bands in here
She wanna f**k, she wanna sell, but I ain't no baby
Hell nah, don't you see me with my old lady
Hell nah, we got [?] like Old Navy
Boy, that ain't not damn Versace, that's Old Navy
I don't care, if it's fire, I wear it, f**k who made it (f**k you x2)
Why the f**k, ooh ohh, Capri Sun (Capri Sun)
Ridin' with that Glock, he [?]
Ooh, god damn, oh, they trapped us
The feds on the phone, I think they trapped us (The trapped us)
Free John [?], I think they trapped him
If he got a problem, don't you ask him (Don't you ask)
Shawty on my d**k, she gettin' nasty (She nasty)
Baby, send that address, oh [?]
Boy gon' send that address on weekend
W, I swear we don't take no losses (No losses)
I got VVS on me and they so frosty (So frosty)
And your b*t*h suck the d**k with the lip gloss (Lip gloss)
And it's poppin' like lil mama, take that b*t*h to the Bahamas
Okay, b*t*h, you bout that drama
We got pistols for days
He say pressure, okay
Hol' up, ooh, chips lays
Ooh, chips lays
When he die I smile
When he died I smiled (Happy)
When he died I smiled (Okay)
When he died I smiled (Smiled)
Hope that boy beat trial (Smile)
He gon' [?] the [?]
They tryna take his child (His child)
Tryna take your child, ayy
Take that sh*t to trial, ayy
Put that child support, uh, on that b*t*h
Cause if you don't she gon' do it to you (Do it to you)
She gon' do it to you (You)
I'm blood gangster, woop (Suwoop)
Man keep it going, do it
f**k you do
1090 sh*t, oo oo
Young n***a World
Yeah
Young n***a World
And that's for life
All my n***as dons, ya dig
Goats, them some dons
Know what I'm sayin'
Woo
b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, b*t*h, (Yeah) Young n***a World, b*t*h (Yeah)
Yeah, Young n***a World, b*t*h
Young n***a World, G (Okay, b*t*h)
Young n***a World, jit (Okay, b*t*h)
b*t*h, b*t*h, okay, haha
Young n***a World sh*t
Young n***a World sh*t
Young n***a World sh*t
Hol' up, young n***a sh*t
This that young n***a sh*t (sh*t)
Been thuggin' since a jit
Every Glock got a d**k (A d**k)
A laser on my chopper, tell me how could I miss
Bag a Smith & Wesson, we got Glock 26 (Okay)
Young n***a sh*t, this that young n***a sh*t (That sh*t)
They'll tape his momma up and throw his ass in a ditch (Lil b*t*h)
I heard you bout that action but lowkey you a b*t*h
I seen the paperwork, lil boy, I know you a snitch
Oh, god damn, uh [?], you say you broke as f**k and that you down on your d**k (Get off your ass)
Well, get off off your ass and go and hit you a lick
Go and get them credit cards and [?]
Wait, go and get them credit cards and bring 'em to me
You wanna make 1200 dollars, come and f**k with me
I got a whole lotta real n***as who love me
I got a whole lotta killers who f**k with me
And they still f**k with me even though we
From two different f**kin' parts of the atmosphere
I got diamonds and they shinin' like [?] (Like [?])
Catch you n***a haters, how we do your [?] (Do your [?])
And you know a n***a got a couple bands in here (Got 'em bands)
I'm in the booth right now, I got a couple bands in here
She wanna f**k, she wanna sell, but I ain't no baby
Hell nah, don't you see me with my old lady
Hell nah, we got [?] like Old Navy
Boy, that ain't not damn Versace, that's Old Navy
I don't care, if it's fire, I wear it, f**k who made it (f**k you x2)
Why the f**k, ooh ohh, Capri Sun (Capri Sun)
Ridin' with that Glock, he [?]
Ooh, god damn, oh, they trapped us
The feds on the phone, I think they trapped us (The trapped us)
Free John [?], I think they trapped him
If he got a problem, don't you ask him (Don't you ask)
Shawty on my d**k, she gettin' nasty (She nasty)
Baby, send that address, oh [?]
Boy gon' send that address on weekend
W, I swear we don't take no losses (No losses)
I got VVS on me and they so frosty (So frosty)
And your b*t*h suck the d**k with the lip gloss (Lip gloss)
And it's poppin' like lil mama, take that b*t*h to the Bahamas
Okay, b*t*h, you bout that drama
We got pistols for days
He say pressure, okay
Hol' up, ooh, chips lays
Ooh, chips lays
When he die I smile
When he died I smiled (Happy)
When he died I smiled (Okay)
When he died I smiled (Smiled)
Hope that boy beat trial (Smile)
He gon' [?] the [?]
They tryna take his child (His child)
Tryna take your child, ayy
Take that sh*t to trial, ayy
Put that child support, uh, on that b*t*h
Cause if you don't she gon' do it to you (Do it to you)
She gon' do it to you (You)
I'm blood gangster, woop (Suwoop)
Man keep it going, do it
f**k you do
1090 sh*t, oo oo
Young n***a World
