Young'n

Brooklyn, uh uh uh uh Huh huh uh huh do it, yeah Uh uh do it huh huh, come on, what ya'll want huh Rollin, gold two seater Stash in the dash Hole through heaters Blockah put holes through beaters Ghetto Fab stroll through Cheetahs Ballin, Brooklyn dawn Addicted to Cris', hooked on Don 15 G's hookers on Ma, I wanna see how you look in thongs Hustlin', guys that send Po's 'Cause I chop rocks the size of mentos Blame me, I tried to hint those Look at the hurt in your eyes they squint closed Pimpin' here's a new way to flirt Ya listen to the two way alert It goes Let's go VIP boo raise your skirt Holla back Young'n (hoo hoo) Holla back (hoo hoo) Holla back Young'n (hoo hoo) Holla back (hoo hoo) Holla back Young'n (hoo hoo) Holla back (hoo hoo) Holla back Young'n (hoo hoo) Holla back (hoo hoo) I'm Gangsta Ya'll just wannabes Federal Agents on their P's 30 grand, 28 on the keys Gotta good lawyer, I'm gonna squeeze Thuggin' jeans and Timb's Fitted to the front lean the brim Ride but never on teenage rims And I keep a chick's face between my limbs Stylin' ya'll heard about my kick game I'm on the park where you see me at the Knick game Probably seen this tatted on your chick frame F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S Ridin ya'll know as well I do That's the way you can tell I'm blue So I got a deal I sell pot too 'Cause before I hit the pens I'm gettin bailed by Clue Holla back Young'n (hoo hoo) Holla back (hoo hoo) Holla back Young'n (hoo hoo) Holla back (hoo hoo) Holla back Young'n (hoo hoo) Holla back (hoo hoo) Holla back Young'n (hoo hoo) Holla back (hoo hoo) Cruisin' top down Mercedes low Turn this up when you hear this on the radio Blastin with the 18-90 flow Make the necks on the ladies go (woo woop) Holla that's what a pretty thug will do Hit Branson get a fifty jug or two Ya'll throwin' on them gritty mugs for who Like ya'll don't know what fifty slugs will do Hatin' I just bought the booze I put ya'll in the front page articles I got 'em lookin' at the billboard charts confused And I still freestyle just to start the Clue's Rappin' I'm that kid about the dough I done copped coke and started droughts before Ship Platinum out the door Now I drop the top down just to shout to hoes Holla back Young'n (hoo hoo) Holla back (hoo hoo) Holla back Young'n (hoo hoo) Holla back (hoo hoo) Holla back Young'n (hoo hoo) Holla back (hoo hoo) Holla back Young'n (hoo hoo) Holla back back back back