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Young n***a
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Young n***a was released on May 9, 2024 by Signal Records/Columbia as a part of the album Young n***a - Single
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Release DateMay 9, 2024
LabelSignal Records/Columbia
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM87

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mnwbareface
Mnwbareface
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Itzan Mejia Garcia
Itzan Mejia Garcia
Composer

Lyrics

Ay, just a young **** with them scales in his backpack
Need a band so a young **** could buy a strap
Fuck a scrap, posted on your block where you claim you at
Told lil' baby, "I can't talk right now", she said she understand
This my life, lil' ****, I ain't tryna follow trends
Speak up on my name and then I step, I don't play pretend
Dodging feds, I ain't tryna go back to them cold beds
Thinkin' in my cell, what the fuck, where my pops at?
Bangin' on that ****'s face, tryna see what he gon' claim
If he claim that Sur, on my momma, it's his last day
Time to block hug, I don't care about them rainy days
Told the homie, "Pick me up, it's time to bust another play"
Ay, it's Norte gang or don't bang if you ask me
Homie's got his pole tucked in his Levi jeans
Run up in that bitch, lil' ****, then I fled the scene
Ain't no evidence on me, you ain't catchin' me
Told the homie, "Keep it low, **** snitchin' on the team"
Once I get the pole, I'ma dump it after one week
Always pay attention, paranoid, I can't even blink
Just a crazy **** slidin' sober, I don't need no beam
Ay, pillow-talkin' to the bitch, I thought you was the homie
Pull up to her crib and I make the bitch blow me
I ain't lovin' on no hoe, told the bitch that's the old me
I ain't steppin' out the house unless I have that bitch on me
I ain't fuckin' with that bitch, so I pass her to the homie
Demons in my head so a **** never lonely
Only 16, but I don't let a **** ho me
Fuck your lil ****, tryna bump it with your big homie
Only runnin' fades in the hole, I don't do talking
Walking with that ****, don't be mad if I hit two targets
Slidin' on they block, it's like shoppin' through that new market
Lovin' on that bitch, she gave me drop for like two targets
Ay, just a young **** with them scales in his backpack
Need a band so a young **** could buy a strap
Fuck a scrap, posted on your block where you claim you at
Told lil' baby, "I can't talk right now", she said she understand
This my life, lil' ****, I ain't tryna follow trends
Speak up on my name and then I step, I don't play pretend
Dodging feds, I ain't tryna go back to them cold beds
Thinkin' in my cell, what the fuck, where my pops at?
Written by: Itzan Mejia Garcia
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