Lyrics:
shit, gangsta shit, gangsta
All I know is gangsta
Gangsta, soldier, fruity fruit rolled up
Young Dro, yeah, but all goddamn grown up
10 a ki now,
shit, gangsta shit, gangsta
All I know is gangsta
Gangsta, soldier, fruity fruit rolled up
Young Dro, yeah, but all goddamn grown up
10 a ki now,
son
You don't even know, my style dunn
Dro, tell 'em bout that Jackie Chan tho nigga
Nitti Beats
The fuck is Jackie Chan nigga, let 'em know
Young Dro
Ladies and gentle-man!
You are now tuned into the very best!
A jazzy finzzale!
Product-shinzzale!
Young Dro!
Slim Thugga!
You don't see
The hottest in the room, you know I won't lie
You know I'm sitting tall, you know I'm on fire
[Chorus]
Call me Young Dro Because I'm smoking on fire
Ball if
Dro aye
Uhhh sang that shit Young Dro,
Uhhh sang that shit Young Dro
Aye yo I'm lit but I'm able
Lick you on your navel
The plug like cable
Mansion in
Young Dro, Young Dro
Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a Jazze Phizzle production Young Drooo
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
Are you a killer? What it is
Oh
no I in team
I got racks in Amiri jeans
AR-Fifteen came with a beam
Wipe his whole team
I make em young dro
Shoulder lean
Might snatch your hoe
that im the next to blow
Stack the money to the ceiling all the way up from the flo
I got rubber band banks but im not young dro
Make him do the shoulder
(Trouble) trouble, yeah
You don't want no problem
[Verse 2: T.I., & Young Dro]
From Bankhead, not born in the gutter, (born in the gutter)
My cousin and my
care bout 'em I finesse 'em, every diamond on me random
Gang flier then a jet, I just need a place to land' em
[Hook: Young Dro & Trae tha Truth]
I
Ayy, ayy, y'all ain't gon' know nothin' about this shit here, man
For real, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Young Dro in this bitch, man, I'm tryna tell you,
Ayy, ayy, y'all ain't gon' know nothin' about this shit here, man
For real, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Young Dro in this bitch, man, I'm tryna tell you,
Young nigga got drank
Young nigga got smoke
Young nigga pop pills
Young nigga got dro
On the daily just tryna make it
Yeah on the daily just tryna
Dro you can smell me, sell me, hail me
Nigga come short on that gram you gotta scale me
Young Dro post season wit bald head L be
Right by auntie
Ay, boi, wat's up, wat's hannenin'?
It's ya boy, Young Dro, fuckin' around with me, man
I'ma teach ya niggas how to cry, ya keep fuckin' with me
I
gon hide me in home when they lookin' for me
[Young Dro]
We the neighborhood superstar
Pimp a Chevy pullin' hard
Thousand dollars worth
NB wake up you will think Issa dream
Rolling good gas young nigga got dro
Plottin in a Million young nigga want more
Ima take off NB to the top, Ynw
of bark no bite
See you switching up teams like Dwight
See you staying up playing fort nite
Young dro don't sleep at night
Young dro can't sleep at night
thinking like that's how the game go
Niggas ever try to come back, shoulder lean like I'm young dro
25. Back then, when I had the weed.. I was sellin
Hella hoes wimme finna pull up to the island
Life worked out like it was all perfect timing
Had to thank God young Dro started rhyming
Rims on the coupe
lil' pedicure up on my chest
And we gon' sweat, sweat, sweat
I'll be like oh yea! you'll be oh yea!
Making us sweat.
[Young Dro]
...you on top of me,
pop out they scream FTL they know it's me
Chopper like young Dro
He up his pole and make his shoulder lean
Breakfast back at Herman it was early back
scale my whip
I just left the doctor read up on my script
I.P.I.P.A.P.P
Drinking Young Dro show the lean
Jump man jump man twenty-three
Yeah, you need
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