Young'n

Brooklyn, uh, uh, uh, uh

Yeah

What y'all want, huh?

Rollin', gold two-seater

Stash in the dash, hold two heaters

Blocka! Put holes through beaters

Ghetto Fab, stroll through cheetahs

Ballin', Brooklyn don

Addicted to Crys', hooked on Don

Fifteen 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 hoes

Look at the hurt, your eyes will squint close

Pimpin', here's a new way to flirt

Listen to the two-way alert

It goes

Let's go VIP, boo, raise your skirt

Holla back, Young'n (Ooh, ooh)

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I'm gangsta, y'all just wannabes

Federal Agents on their P's

Thirty a gram, twenty-eight on the keys

Got a good lawyer, I'm gonna squeeze

Thuggin', jeans and Timbs

Fitted to the front, lean the brim

Ride, but never on teenage rims

And I keep a chick's face between my limbs

Stylin', y'all heard about my kick game

I'm on the parkway, you see me at the Knick game

Probably seen this tatted on your chick's frame

F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S

Ridin', y'all know as well I do

That's the way you can tell I flew

So I got a deal, I sell pies too

'Cause before I hit the pens, I'm gettin' bailed by Clue

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Cruisin', top on the Mercedes low

Turn us up when you hear this on the radio

Blastin' with the 1980 flow

Make the necks on the ladies go

Holla, that's what a pretty thug would do

Hit Branson, get a fifty jug or two

Y'all throwin' on them gritty mugs for who?

Like y'all don't know what fifty slugs will do

Hatin', I just bought the uz'

I put y'all in the front page articles

I got 'em lookin' at the Billboard charts confused

And I'm still freestylin' to start the Clue's

Reppin', I'm that kid about the dough

I done copped coke and started droughts before

Shit platinum out the door

Now I drop the top down just to shout the hoes

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