Yung

I might be young but I know some things
We’ve talked enough can I show you things, ooh
Blessin’ me with your everything
I might be young but I
I might be young but I
I might be young but I know some things
We’ve talked enough can I show you things, ooh
Blessin’ me with your everything
I might be young but I
I might be young but I
I might be young but I

Hut one, hut two, hut three hut
I buh buh buh bump that shit
Turn around
I buh buh buh bump that shit
Turn around
I buh buh buh bump that shit
Turn around
Hut one, hut two, hut three hut
I buh buh buh bump that shit
Turn around
I buh buh buh bump that shit
Turn around
I buh buh buh bump that shit
Huh

Okay
She don’t rock Prada, rock Louis Vuitton
Cuz everything always off round me
Okay
Need a whole lotta ass in the Impala
But it’s not tame round me
Okay
Ima big balla, big like Biggie Poppa
Everyone wanna kick it round me
Okay
Got a bit taller, marked it on thе wall
And everyone wanna stand round mе

Okay, huh
Like this, like that I
Represent my city, my class I
Still don’t know how to act ah
Bouta really put the boy on the map ah

Told me don’t blink, think fast
Throwin’ 95 at the bat, boom bap then I
Hit the hunnit yard dash
Runnin’ right back to that
Ok

And I got moves
La la la
Like this like ooh
La la la
Like watch my shoes
La la la like
I’m a young boy but you bet I got taste like

Ooh
Da da da
Don’t step on the blues
Da da da
This mixed with the juice
Da da da da
I’m a young boy but you bet I got taste like

Yeah beast mode, I’m bout to C note shorty
I’m evil
Got the bad boy tat, need a E hoe
On my sad boy shit out in WeHo
With a bad lil
Huh yeah
East coast
Need a 42 ounce, no Titos
When baby bounce that shit, looks illegal
Take me down down
To freak around round
Everybody lookin’ through the peephole

Like this, like that I
Represent my city, my class I
Still don’t know how to act ah
Bouta really put the boy on the map ah

And I got moves
La la la
Like this like ooh
La la la
Like watch my shoes
La la la like
I’m a young boy but you bet I got taste like

Ooh
Da da da
Don’t step on the blues
Da da da
This mixed with the juice
Da da da da
I’m a young boy but you bet I got taste like

Hut one, hut two, hut three hut
I buh buh buh bump that shit
Turn around
I buh buh buh bump that shit
Turn around
I buh buh buh bump that shit
Turn around
Hut one, hut two, hut three hut
I buh buh buh bump that shit
Turn around
I buh buh buh bump that shit
Turn around
I buh buh buh bump that shit
Huh