YKMB

Lil' mama
Don't go through my phone no more

[Chorus]
In my Fendi holds a 50
Superstar off the juice he got mixie/mixy
Better let me know now if you wit' me (If you wit' me)
Say you holdin' it down wit' the 60
2 Glocks op bitch I'm feelin' like 50 (like 50)
Talkin' outta' body cause' they envy (cause' they envy)
We gon' dip a body when we dump shit (dump shit)
My young niggas tweakin' off that dumb shit
Keepin' a 2.3 on me, up it in fashion I mike and amiri the jeans
Hold up my dee gon' deez, that be my brother I know he ain't snitchin' on me, 2,000 to come to VIP
Word to my mother try to sing gon' D.I.E (D.I.E)
Skkrtin' off in a GLE (GLE)
I got demons on touch try to get on me

[Verse]
I can show you the life that I'm livin'
I bе laughin' y'all niggas ain't wit' it
I just popped a percy then got in my feelins'
It's a fuckin' honor free my niggas
I just bring thе top tho in like
We on a mission don't care bout' no invite
I got many knockas' sit pipes
Racked up show that these jeans tight
Tell you rack up a M if you wanna' do that
Either way you sign him like a durag ( sign em' like a what)
Come and get ya' boo back
Either come over, spin through that
I just hit the E-way then spin through that
Now she wanna hold down a toola'
And she wanna be my lil' oota'
Bitch we outside fuck the rumors whole lotta' boomas'

[End Verse]
In my Fendi holds a 50
Superstar off the juice he got mixie/mixy
Better let me know now if you wit' me (If you wit' me)
Say you holdin' it down wit' the 60
2 Glocks op bitch I'm feelin' like 50 (like 50)
Talkin' outta' body cause' they envy (cause' they envy)
We gon' dip a body when we dump shit (dump shit)
My young niggas tweakin' off that dumb shit
Keepin' a 2.3 on me, up it in fashion I mike and amiri the jeans
Hold up my dee gon' deez, that be my brother I know he ain't snitchin' on me, 2,000 to come VIP
Word to my mother try to sing gon' D.I.E (D.I.E)
Skkrtin' off in a GLE (GLE)
I got demons on touch try to get on me
I am Mr. Diabellic, I was Mr. Lou wit' the fetish
Tryna' catch a shmack' it blam (Gllrt Gllrt)
Niggas don't get no bands
Catch a opp nigga dizzy put em' inna' can
Bitch my blicky don't jam ( My blicky don't)
We turn up onna' fan, Mr. Fuck it up again (Fuck it up again)
(I did it again) Gah gah (I did it again) Gah Gah
Gah Gah Gah Bow Glrrow
Gllrah Glrrah boom
Thow Thow Bloom