Yeern 101

Like damn wop, how I get a bitch like yeern? I'm a drop-top nigga 'cause the sun won't burn Wanna live like guap but the stripes ain't earned I'ma get it right now, I ain't waitin' no turn Got a brand-new house, tryna avoid my hurt 'Bout six point somethin' in the field like church Heard the hood got whacked, and the set went turn Got a four-eight-eight in the glide like Curt I've been livin' off golf for the last few deals When the Nike check came and I still got chills Hit a 2K lick, I ain't even go pro Gotta boss LA, now I'm smellin' like goat Call me Ice Cube baby, when they sit on my chain Heard a lame ass nigga tryna play with my name On them 23 tour and I'm goin' no brain Goin' dumb with these hundreds, now my thumb got stained I'm a nigga out here, everything come free I ain't never met God, but I bet he know me Put your money in the set, a nigga die in them streets Threw the boy alley hoopin', now he ridin' on fleek (Shoo) Got a porch light skin and the ceilin' got peeled I was twenty plus young when this shit got real Young black boy runnin', got me out of that field Made a livin' off game, you should get it on film I ain't never your kind, late but I'm really on time Girl, what you put in your mind, I ain't diggin' your sign Truth, but that pussy ain't mine, hurt, but I made it out fine Still in my prime, broke nigga, really out lyin' Talk like he Tony Hawk, grind throwin' 20 on a nine Nigga how you live with no spine? Broke nigga better off dyin' Man, you niggas got nerve, broke ass, need to get a bird Fuck it, I'ma get it off first, from the way you ain't surf You bitch niggas lookin' all hurt, funny 'til your ego got nerfed Boy done made it all worse, woke up, lookin' like "Word?" One-fifty lay on my shirt, twenty lay on my teeth Boy, I make a M in my sleep, everything I want in my reach I'ma run it off tops, wonder where I've been? I've been pullin' off lots Fo' 54, I'ma keep it on stock Cognac bezel with the ticker on rocks Figg side nigga, tell me what I ain't got Get it right now where I got it back then Number one stunna with the love of my– Raised by the gang with a mill' like Philly With the watch, two-fifty and a bitch so– (blue) (Shoo) Uh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh Yeah, uh (Shoo) When the door got closed, I ain't feel too bad I'ma run mine up, I'ma have some stashed Now you in a broad purse, boy you goin' out sad Now you wanna couch-surf and you keep a little rat Nigga livin' out his backpack, need to get a bag Got a gray double R and it need both lanes Got a dollar to his name, but he all gang-gang But he all on my dick, and I find that strange Keep playin' with the fire, but his ass get burned Bet your boy got split when the light got turned Got his head all cracked, but the boy won't learn Big racked up shawty when the block gets served Niggas always sorry when the cap don't work Got the butterfly doors and they fly like bird Bet I love my bitch, but I ain't them nerd Like damn wop, how I get a bitch like yeern?