Yung Boy Flexin

[Intro]
Aye Yung Schmoobin
Just a Yung Boy Flexin

[Verse 1: Yung Schmoobin]
It be the story of a yung boy flexin'
YouTube Money on my middle school exes
Hear you on a track, I assume that you’re dyslexic
You're fainting now? Someone call a paramedic
I'm trynna write, but the ice is too bright
Blinding my sight, sippin’ on Sprite
With a bit of might, alright?
Post a video, get a little revenue
Monetize and cut through all the ad-friendly issues
Writing songs, they a little bit comedic
With a hint of somethin' serious, it's makin' you delirious
For more songs by me, when I'm makin' it look easy
When I'm spitting all these mad bars at the age of sixteen
If you trynna bring the heat, I'ma put you in yo’ seat
You repeat, you offbeat, you be soundin’ obsolete

[Verse 2: JayShay]
I'm spitting bars like the opposite of girls that blow me
I got all the deaf people coming up to listen closely
The handle and lock are at the bottom of the door
Cause I like to keep it low-key
So please don’t be a dopey whinin' nine year old
Who fake flexes from the words of her brother to find your told
Just like every other whiny spoken craft with a broken past
Rolling pass ya over cactus just like my older sober actions
I'm comin' at ya like bukkake yeah, don’t try to stop me yeah
I always got these raps, draw out like treasure maps
And that's exactly why I am stylin, ate out a jeweler
And now that's how my rhymes are diamond and saliva
I'm a survivor here to revive ya, I'm right behind ya
Pokin' through the hole, like I got a circus pole through a tent
Like YouTube, you're always on your lies
So don't retaliate or best believe you'll be demonetized
I'm rappin' edgy 'till I'm on the rise

[Outro]
Fuck, beat ended
I wanna kill myself