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Yung Rydah

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I'm like one, two, three, four
Everybody lit when I walk thru the door
I tell em five, six, seven, eight
I need my money now & not another minute late
And it go nine, ten, eleven, F*CK 12
I'm screamin free my people they got locked up in them cells
I'm doin numbers like the trap & serve my fans like clientele
Somewhat famous round the world, they said my name be ringin bells
I'm ridin in a sprinter this shit feelin like a Maybach
I been broke before but not no more that shit was way back
Much love to my fans the love you show I can't repay back
So in return I keep droppin these hits so you can play that
Think of them days when I used to be broke, but now that I'm up I ain't worried no more
My cousin jus hit me said you finna blow, I told em it's comin you already kno
Don't DM me if you ain't come wit no dough, jus hit my boy Free if you bookin a show
Ain't got my backend I won't walk thru the door, but once it's secured green light it's a go
I prayed for these times, they finally here, believe when I say this is really my year
I put in the work all these blood, sweat, & tears, I switched up my lane & shifted some gears
Need at least a band for me to appear, if anything less that I'm not tryna hear
Can't do no free songs I'm makin it clear, y'all not on my level you not even near
Rickyy made the beat so you kno it's a hit, I used to be broke now I'm ballin & shit
My old hoes on my page stalkin & shit, these labels they want me, keep callin & shit
They kno bout Yung Rydah that young nigga lit, I got this shit locked like the jaws on a pit
You play wit the squad you get popped like a zit, my young niggas ruthless they play wit them sticks
I'm like one, two, three, four
Everybody lit when I walk thru the door
I tell em five, six, seven, eight
I need my money now & not another minute late
And it go nine, ten, eleven, F*CK 12
I'm screamin free my people they got locked up in them cells
I'm doin numbers like the trap & serve my fans like clientele
Somewhat famous round the world, they said my name be ringin bells
I'm like one, two, three, four
Everybody lit when I walk thru the door
I tell em five, six, seven, eight
I need my money now & not another minute late
And it go nine, ten, eleven, F*CK 12

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