Red Devils

[Verse 1: Lil Twist]
[?] chain on me, I was born a young beast
Passenger seat [?] a Bugatti down South Beach
And no it's not [?], my pockets stay obese
You know they call me Twist Hefner, better watch your young niece
Young Money, no peace
Southside, no east
And I go live, call me You Stream TV
And when you turn me off, just email your friend
And tell her to tune in 'cause I'm back on again
And I keep rolling like ESPN
I'm number one on top ten, I'm street fighting with no Ken
Only weigh 105 but watch me push 210
Like double the Twist with no twin
Young Money

[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]
I got swagger out the roof
Glass house Bentley, and I'm swerving through traffic, paper tags on the coupe
Yeah I'm riding 'round the city looking for a pretty ho
Malone and Stockton with the bitches 'cause I give and go
I'm a young gigolo looking for a centerfold
Knock her ass off and leave her walking home pigeon-toed
Iced out figaro, two chains on
Got a pinky ring on and the wrist got a glitter glow
I'm married to the game, and no, I can't get divorced
I'm raping this track, I'm having lyrical intercourse
I'm a hard hitter, so give me fifty feet
Cause I'm Shady after my math like motherfucking Interscope
It's Gudda Gudda, bitch, I do my thang thang
I let my chain hang, then let my chain swang
What up, T-Streets? Nigga, bang bang
YME, nigga, red devil flame

[Verse 3: Lil Chuckee]
[?] haters
What do I have on my plate for you to hate this morning?
Bankroll big like Madison Square Garden
Get currency so much [?] foreign
And wait (Hold up) I think I'm 'bout to throw up
From eatin' you other rappers [?] in the morning
Young Money is [?]
Better yet an army
Play with one, the others coming for you for enjoyment
This Lil Chuckee and I be on that other stuff
Tryna make a flip out this money to get more bruh
And I be the youngest of the best clique
Young Money, YME until my death wish

[Verse 4: Jae Millz]
You boys is all week to me, I goes hard easily
So talk through your G Shock, and watch how you speak to me
Stingray Corvette, take off like a small jet
But don't get salty yet, the four-door Porsche is next
It's get money forever, and never mind them rumors
I'm fishing for the crown and y'all niggas is tuna
With an honor, look at all these Young Money jr.s
You generational like Oklahoma, y'all just sooners
Your style is playgerolie polo on our labels
And I got more fucking horses in my closet than a stable
Catch me rolling down a ave near you, acting bad
Trick like 8Ball, I pimp hard [?]
Millz!