Lyrics:
to the wrist watch
Got a couple niggas up in jail, they ain't gettin out
Webbie young savage trill fam we ain't sittin out
Had my wife beater and my braclets
the rules in my hood
If you touch me you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when
Now why this man's soul was bleeding
The angel had to understand
So invisible, he stood by him
And then gently touched his hand
Which
Ay yo man, we got Juug motherfuckin' man
We got the Thugger Thugger, we got Lil Uzi
What would you do for the money baby? Yeah
Zoovie-Zoo
meet to clone 'em
I guess I really am a vanity slave
I guess my ancestors turning in they graves
Burning money when I get it
Fuck a life savings
When I was young I went to sea with dreams of buyin’ land
I'd save a lot of money, and take young Jenny's hand
the time alone, the lonely hours
the street strugglin'
Young dumb and thuggin', give a fuck about nuttin'
Stuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin
Pumpin' from sundown to sun-up,
Oh! Most of us came from a broken home,
Drowning all my sorrows,
Drinking liquor trying to smoke alone
Arguing with my wife so I broke the phone,
Disgusting smoker, who loved a coke
Just need a money, in veins wants stroke
Had older brother, not like him - sponger
Died by cancer, young lived longer
From a young teen, a murder team, inspired by crime
See Allah Just granted permission for my position
Sit down, write rhymes, escaping this repetitive
bout to go [Hov', Hov']
Now I just wanna love you [young Hova]
But be who I am [know you love me]
And with all this cash [mo' money, mo' problems]
fucked up, if you love her (say what)
Handcuff, uncuff her (woo)
Big dog, young nigga raw dog (yeah, yeah)
In the mouth, yeah I fucked her (uh huh)
and an African rap
My partner by my side, Sammy be is on the cut
Your DJs chill and chill, but hey, so what?
Nuggets in my pocket, wine in my hand
I got it like
crutches,
I wished I'd broke her collarbone, the day I let her wear me britches
So come all young men where e'er you be, don't marry a wife if she's
I'm so full of shit
Young degenerate
Young degenerate, hey
Young degenerate
I'm so full of shit
Antifa is my clique
Young degenerate, hey
Young
Ya'll know me, the still same OG, young T-Y-G
Hated on by most these niggas
But I still keep shittin' on niggas lowkey
I don't fuck with you
Since a young nigga I admired the crack sellers, seen my uncle steal
From his mother, now that's the money that I'm talking 'bout
Think about it,
so that his boss won't forget (Upper crust)
His wife was replaced by a young actress (Rich man)
Champagne and caviar are left at his door (Rich man)
This is a day in the life
See I make big money and I fuck nigga's wives
And I only skate twenty fours
Young pimpin' still slammin' them Chevrolet
of light
Praying that the time fly by so
He can see the light
See his kids, meet a wife
All over a key of white
But why you think they take
That time from
all the paper from my
Wife and my children hold my mama shit
My grandmamma and daddy too
Now tell me what the FUCK
Was I supposed to do?
No money on my
and to say
And baby boy
Don't hit your wife
'Cause your kids may grow up someday to be this way
You don't know
What you may be
To some boy
In
and baddies but niggas first
I don’t got time for that bullshit
I got money moves a young nigga gotta make
Saw the Louis on me, now she in love with me
Saw
niggaz runnin they mouh, niggaz cessed you out
That's how it goes down
What happened to the days when we could hug a block
flippin rocks and just get money
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