King Productions. YounG A
Na Na Na
-Swear to god im get blown up-
YounG A putin all the work, aye
All yo bitches actin quirk, Aye
Sippin on lean, 'gainst my deen
Used to be broke, now im loaded
Fuck with me, ill feed you a 32
Grew up, Cortellyou, All the niggas at the avenues
New York, Shit all the way
Bitches love the 23
New York, 50 avenue
Ride with me, or lie dead wit 3
Never felt ice, neck feeling breezed
All yo girls got me eased
Fuck You, All me wit the 223
Yea, Yea Shout out Mosey
Family looking at me like ill never be shit
Im a youngboy fuck what they sayin
Yet im driving cartels, Im the king Yea
Running a life, try to stay on the right
Youngest in the game, Grindin for the fame
All these blacks, yo house got a roach infestation
All this money, i feel like a bomb
Niggas who fuck wit us, you a gee
We was broke now we all flexd up
My nigga, Fa You a bitch, still my nigga
You know how we be geekin
In a foreign, With all the windows tinted
Got all yo bitches up in it
I Might have fucked yo sister
Watchu gon do?
All them ops, gon get a taste
Swear, all these bitches playing
Fuck what they saying
Niggas need stop lacing
In your foreign, racing
Look at all YounGs revenue
Got Youtube #1 Dude
Can't believe ever fucked wit you