Rooted Up (RIP YAMS) (feat. Yung Flack)

Skrrr, Skrrr

Gotta give that boy CCM a hunnid bands

Skrrr, Skrrr

A-W-G-E down, you'll think it's Yams Day

Aye, **** wanna see me drown, I don't care what the clown say

In New York, I rock Supreme in the jungle, got Bathing Ape

I'ma wrap my racks in rubber bands, I ain't hit the chase today

She want lil four to clime her chimney, cause she see me goin' up

Pockets look like notebook paper, all this shit keep gettin' stuck

**** be screamin, can't be fucked with, jit ain't even rooted up

I was ten, thinkin' bout that bag, lil four couldn't even cuss

Lil' hoe wanna twerk so bad, told that bitch to toot it up

It be 200 on this dash, this ain't no Lil' Scooter, bruh

I rock Casablanca, mask, don't think I won't suit it up

He say, who won't stand on what? ****, don't (choo), we'll turn you to dust

My lil' bitch she a seminole, make her do UEs when I'm all in her guts

I just left TSA, I'm on a plane, I had lean in my cup

I'm a born rebel, she don't fuck her friend, gone catch my nut

I go rolling stone, we gon' take your soul, gone turn you up

Walked in Balenciaga, my lil' bitch, she got the Goyard but I'm tryna cash her Prada

She know once I leave I ain't comin' back remind her of her father

Fuck **** flew, I think I had caught some, I need to see the doctor

Regardless, all this money is like a ****, can't never leave these problems

Fuckin on plenty models, she gon' rub me all night tryna get that genie bottle

And I'm gon' change the play up quick, you know I run the audible

And I'm gon' pop my collar, bitch, you know I'm not apart of you

(This ain't that bae)

A-W-G-E down, you'll think it's Yams Day

Aye, **** wanna see me drown, I don't care what the clown say

In New York, I rock Supreme in the jungle, got Bathing Ape

I'ma wrap my racks in rubber bands, I ain't hit the chase today

She want lil four to clime her chimney, cause she see me goin' up

Pockets look like notebook paper, all this shit keep gettin' stuck

**** be screamin, can't be fucked with, jit ain't even rooted up

I was ten, thinkin' bout that bag, lil four couldn't even cuss

Skrrr, Skrrr

4WAY

I was ten thinking bout that bag, anigga couldn't even cuss

On God

On four

4WAY

Damn four, why ya ahh only put that shit like 52 seconds?

Ya ahh could've put that bih like one:10

That's that crack man

Damn, anigga gotta keep playing this shit like four times!

This shit 52 seconds!

Damn