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Yeah (Remedee) Yeah, yeah I'm the youngest plug on the block (yeah) Look at the Louis Vuitton when I rock (yeah) Cut three nine bars down (yeah) After every round with a blade I chop (yeah, yeah) Three quarters a box and I'm whippin' the rock Straight drop 'til the yola locks (yeah, yeah, yeah) Straight drop 'til the yola locks (yeah) I'm the youngest plug on the block Look at the Louis Vuitton when I rock (yeah) Cut three nine bars down (yeah) After every round with a blade I chop (yeah, yeah) Three quarters a box and I'm whippin' the rock Straight drop 'til the yola locks (yeah, yeah, yeah) Straight drop 'til the yola locks (yeah, yeah) Up in the bando with Donna That woman is my favorite fiend Eleven racks on two waps And one of them came with a beam I started my day with a bud of Gelato And Promethazine (woo, woo) My runner, he comin' to meet me I'm smokin' a spliff by the sea You can be my favorite girl Gucci down to your trainers, girl Don't fuck, just taste it girl Make you feel like you're famous, girl I'm still on that block with all the fiends out Tryna live right And I still rock with that Glock fifth Or I walk 'round with my flick knife (woo) I'm the youngest plug on the block Look at the Louis Vuitton when I rock Cut three nine bars down After every round with a blade I chop Three quarters a box and I'm whippin' the rock Straight drop 'til the yola locks (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Straight drop 'til the yola locks I'm the youngest plug on the block (yeah) Look at the Louis Vuitton when I rock (yeah) Cut three nine bars down (yeah) After every round with a blade I chop (yeah) Three quarters a box and I'm whippin' the rock (yeah) Straight drop 'til the yola locks (yeah, yeah) Straight drop 'til the yola locks Don't slip, that's rule number one in the book Whoosh, fling all my grub in the bush Half of the time I'm the plug in the hood Swoosh, wounds from your head to your bugs OG's get smoked, no Kush Leather gloves on, this bark ain't a woof I would've took green like mush More time, there's food in the T, man push I told this young boy go bank in the bando But he got clocked with my rock, I'm sad, yo Got a four fizz, not a pack of Tango There's a lot of bells in this spin like Django Hands on the bruck, man clutch, that's manual Try know, anywhere man go, gang roll All my young bucks wanna strike like Fernando Pop, let him hop 'cah he does it like Santos I'm the youngest plug on the block Look at the Louis Vuitton when I rock Cut three nine bars down After every round with a blade I chop Three quarters a box and I'm whippin' the rock Straight drop 'til the yola locks (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Straight drop 'til the yola locks I'm the youngest plug on the block (yeah) Look at the Louis Vuitton when I rock (yeah) Cut three nine bars down (yeah) After every round with a blade I chop (yeah) Three quarters a box and I'm whippin' the rock (yeah) Straight drop 'til the yola locks (yeah, yeah) Straight drop 'til the yola locks