[Intro: YN, Bril and YungP]
I think, is it on the headphones or?
It's on the speaker but
Oh it don’t matter, alright
Bril the engineer
It's YungP aka Aymyali, why them bitches calling you? Goddam they need to chill ahaha, ay but fuck all the opps and free all the bredrin for real on moms
[Verse 1: YN]
Got girls on my iPhone calling saying they want me, acting all naughty
There's a girl with bruised up knees, forgot her name, oh I think it was Kourtney
How badly she want sevens? Bro how many times she try and call me?
One, two, three, top of my head, I think about forty
Pull up, thirties, hand on the pack is sturdy
Aymy’s bod count thirty, six feet under, he did man dirty
Violence ain't the answer, forgive my sins all Fathеr
Who would have thought it was a pastor who stepped on man and chingеd him harder?
Double cross the seven, backstab us we stab mans back
Chase have bare man running track
All the set be stacking packs
We pull up, delete that man, then send his girl right home on tracks
[Verse 2: YungTom, YungP, Yung Sebz]
My mans got lean spills over the place, pop some X not like Trayvon
Mans be skunked, jaw crunch no Jaws, Interstellar, mans is gone
Apologetic, I ain't accept it, bitch gotta learn from the shit she's done
No name drops, it ain't all fun, half my boys been on the run
Opps straight staring, gazing, don't understand why yous all hating
Got this thing lined up, don't give a fuck 'bout an oppa’s rating (Bussin’)
That lil' one think she cute, get out my way you ugly yute
Rest in piss, built like a flute, jump off a building no parachute (Oh fuck)
And free my mans Aymy, that guy locked up internal suspension (Yuh)
He leaned the way that Russ did, now he’s asking for an extension
(Where he at?)
(Shut up, shut up)
[Verse 3: YungJos, YungP, Yung Sebz]
(Yuh)
(YungSebby)
[Verse 4: Yung Sebz]
They listen to my tunes like Looney, still in the field tryna score like Rooney (I am)
Riding with skengs and uzis, living my life like this shit Call of Duty
Lickity split, splickity lick, how many times have the mandem missed? (How many?)
How many times have I took that risk? If it ain't done by me then I gave the assist (Get him bro)
I'm applying that pressure, way that I'm coming should get my own Next Up (I should)
Ching man down, I’m aiming for the chest up, things that I've seen, how come I ain't messed up? (How? How?)
Got my bally with me, told my youngins come splash him with me
Scored some points now the tally's on three (Pussies), swung that knife so masterfully (Splash, splash, splash)
I splashed him, I dashed him, I run a man down and I splash him (Splash)
Got the crown cause I do it with passion, circle the town till I turn him to ashes
Sheesh, this opp pack be hitting (On god)
In the T with Aymy and we flipping (We are), with the sevens my bredrin and we winning (Gang shit)
[Verse 5: YungP]
Riding with my bros and them man Paki (Habibi), ching opp back cause he ain't my akhi (Allah)
Opp pack come spicy, Takis (Bussin'), call me a fed when they see me, Wallahi
Put six in his back like Silva (Ching), way I got these bodies, call me ****** (Yuh)
They only score goals on FIFA, bagged him like Ramos, now he in my reefer
Smoking them, no shisha, got that head now delete her
Gucci on me, fuck PETA (Fuck them animals), ching the opps in a four seater (Vroom)
No face, no heater, got splashed now he sing like Bieber (Hee-hee)
Chinged a yute he turned squeaker, banged top bins why is there a keeper? (Siuuu)
Been a minute since I seen my opps, you seen 'em? Me neither (Where they at?)
Got five men on my blade, hunting that bitch so mans is eager (Splash)
Got chinged, his name in an article, sent to Hell, that isn't reversible (Unlucky)
Got corn for days, dispersible, got yinged, he turned convertible
[Outro: YungP]
Let's go dun-dun-dun-dun-dun
