Letras
(Yeah, pew)
Yo, yo, yo (Yeah)
(Lonely, you so funny)
Yeah
Woo
Oh yeah, okay
Let's go
Ay, ay, ay (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yo it's Yung Coh, I'm 10 and they're calling me the GOAT
Haters say they want the smoke, when I pull up they just choke
And I'm living by the coast (By the coast)
I got money down the road (Down the road)
Always sticking to the code, people saying they ain't fake
Boy look at you, you is just a snake
I walk into the bank, got on my diamond rings
My neck and wrist be full of bling (Cha ching, oh yeah)
Check the rollies out (Check the rollies out)
Haters dissing for the clout? I told em "Square up" knock em out
The gang they know what we about
At first the haters tried to doubt, now I'm here all they do is pout
I need 200 for a verse, I need 400 for a show
The haters talking but they're broke
I don't think you want the smoke
Try us you're probably gonna choke
Making these hits, I'm getting paid
Got watches in a LV roller case
Hopped in the new foreign, my songs don't need no chorus
They talk but I just think it's boring
So imma just keep on pouring
Sipping on my apple juice
I switch the flow, I stack the dough
Got too many racks, which one, eeny, miny, moe
Grab a rat by the toe, if he don't snitch we let em go
They see my fit they just go "Woah"
Chanel and Gucci from my head to my toes
I got the cash in the flow (Oh yeah, got the cash in the flow)
You never know if someone gonna turn fake
(You never know, you never know, no you don't)
You never know if someone gonna turn into a snake
(You never know if someone's gonna turn into a snake)
Woah, woah, woah
But imma keep making these hits (Oh, oh)
These haters tryna diss me, I just throw em in a ditch
I'll never switch, never snitch
Never tired of being rich