Letras
YSG
Man tell them bring them tucks out
Baby I might peach faygo wit it lies
Bae I hate that shit
I'd never pay a bitch
My breeze runnin' out
That was my lil' one and out
Oh that your lil shorty now in school
Was my only drought
I think that it's funny how
I ain't had no money then
That's what got me thuggin' on
YSG
Off some p's a mad man
This bitch ass jurassic
Had to touch with thy hand
She whipped out some fat shit
Boy my eyes get catfished
I'm clap city clap business
Baby I'd never pay a bitch
My breeds runnin' out
I used to sleep on the couch
These other niggas run their mouth
I bet it
If it come down to a sale
I bet I run it out
Four walls it's four walls
Without a roof you can't call it a house
Lil' nigga
You talkin' bout that money
Bring that money out
Lil' nigga
You talkin' bout them hunnids
Show blue hunnids
Lil' nigga
It might be rainy out
But it's still sunny
Lil' nigga
Gon' die for what you said
But you still funny
Lil' nigga
YSG
I won't even smoke your blunt
If it ain't stuffed crust
I might just hit her off a p this
Bitch got butt butt it's me
Lord knows I catch lil skeez
He don't know what's what
Off the p's a madman
I stopped poppin' p's for months
I might start trippin' again
If I say I'm stoppin' drink
It might be gun in my head
This bitch think that she can do it
The fuck she want get selling fanned
YSG
Man tell him bring them tucks out
Baby I might peach faygo with it lies
Bae I hate that shit