YK3 - Untitled

Intro ★:
Fuck Fuck
Let’s get it, Let’s get it, (Heh, heh,)
Mm, Mm, (Heh, heh)
Let’s get it, let’s get it, (Heh, Heh,)
Mm, Mm, (Heh)
Finna hop and I hit, (Mm)
Ahh, (Ah)
Uhh, Been chasing these bags, Mm
Finna rack up this dough, Mm, (Rack it up, Rack it up)
Finna chase ‘em, (Chasing and)
I’m finna chase em, (Chasing)
I’m finna chase em, (Chasing)
Ah

★ Verse 1 ★:
I been chasing all these bags, just tryna rack up this dough, (chasing and chasing, what?)
Niggas tryna get me to tap in, talmmat a band, (what?)
But I need to get me some more, (what?)
Cutting off niggas left and right, let’s go, (what?)
Bitch put yo ass on the floor, (uh, what?)
Don’t fuck with these hoes, I ain’t stunting
Ready to go, (uh, what?)
I’m finna switch up the flow. (uh)

Up with the fye, and you know that I hit it
Yeah that boy scared, you know that he shitted
Feel like youngboy, shoulda splitted his fitted
Pull up to the trap we high as fuck in it
I’m off that za, imma need me a clinic
4-20 everyday, yea it ain’t no skipping
Skrrt off the block, yea we going to the blimpies
I want me a sub, with a whole lotta chicken
What the fuck is you talking ‘bout, we is not spinng
What the fuck is you talking ‘bout, he ain’t no menace
Finna pass round that blunt, like we playing some tennis
Finna fuck him up with a fatality finish
Twin pop out the cut, like a deer he blitzen
Few shot to his face, now he need him a dentist
Bitch I’m mixing the drank, like a nigga a chemist
Ain’t signing no deals, nigga I’m independent

★ Refrain ★:
Finna come back and spaz, uh
Guap, Guap, Guap, Guap

★ Verse 2 ★:
I’m finna tweak out, get my Glock and let’s rock
Get right with yo ass at the store, lets shop
Gotta slime out ya hoe, cause that bitch is a bop
Gotta tell up the fine shit, just give me
Top, top, top, top, top
I’m with the shits, lets pop
Drunk hoe, lit at the party she drop
I was gone for a minute but now Ima drop
Niggas be riding my dick, like bitch just stop
Mark his ass off list, that’s another opp clocked
I’m feeling this hoe, like a key, yeah we locked
I need some za, finna post at the block
Kick his ass out the mix, yeah that lil nigga cropped

Thou-Th-Th-Thou-Thought I was done, no I’m back on they ass
I be tweaking so hard, you would think Ima spaz
Back in the school I was lit in the class
Just cause its summer you think that’s a pass?
Ball for my niggas, like its Morty and Rick
You run up on me get popped in yo shit
You thinking shit sweet, up on you and yo bitch
Giannis, dunking on niggas in kicks
I be turnt with the gang, yea we taking some flicks
Ain’t into no shit, keep my name out the mix
Just me and my Glock, ain’t no Lilo and Stitch
Better duck it, cause when I bust I don’t miss
Balling, chasing the money so I fill up my pockets
Get the fuck off of my phone with that calling
Make the wrong move, you get knocked out yo socket
Unless it’s ‘bout money, that’s the only option