Ypn Zay - Young N Ruthless (feat. MIA Swurv)
My niggas ruthless ah catch a young boy and hit his TOP
So don't think you finna get the
Up's on me cause you not
Ridin' round with so much lean in my pop I ain't pullin' over you might catch me speeding where it's hot
Oh you said you had some dreams but they flopped
So yo time over now you sellin' weed out the spot
Can't get tired of my fiends when they shop treat this shit like
Them niggas fiendin for the drop
B-Ballin' on these niggas like I'm Mike in 96 with a stick
I ah put you in a box like Roddy Rich
All that tough shit that he did for the hoes still died a bitch
Now he a dead man and you can't bring him home ain that bouta bitch
Ridin' with that wish a nigga would if I'm lyin' I'm flyin' that's why I'm spinning through his hood
Try to slide down here we gon' park the whip and hit this hood
They mad that we turnt they just doin' shit that niggas couldn't
This X got me actin' out my body think I'm too high
Kill shit you think it's a game get sent to the gulag
Out in traffic with a stick tryna shoot opps
Catch a nigga slippin at the light like he Tupac
You don't really want no smoke nigga you lied
We see you ain't no speakin' (speaker) this bitch bangin' like a boombox
Yeah bitch I'm the turntest in this bitch
My niggas ruthless a catch a young boy and hit his TOP
So don't think you finna get
The up's on me cause you not
Ridin' round' with so much lean in my pop
I ain't pullin over you might catch me speeding where it's hot
Oh you said you had some dreams but they flopped so yo time over now you sellin' weed out the spot
Can't get tired of my fiends when they shop treat this shit like
Them niggas fiendin' for the drop
I just made another knot, now I'm trippin' where the lean? I need some codeine in my pop
She know her pussy wet as hell I swear I love it when she ride
I need to grab another blunt I'm tryna roll some turtle pie
Boy I just poured a four and faced it how the fuck did I survive
Grab another blunt bag it up we finna flood the block my brother said he want a quarter okay pull up to the spot
They know I'm hard as hell nigga they just waitin' til I drop
Aye brodie see that red light but he ain't even finna stop
I'm like, why you askin' for the price you know that you ain't finna shop
I swear lil' bruh be off the
meds, you run up on him you get popped
This bitch just told me that she love me I ain't finna waste my time
Talkin' shit on every beat so I'm like where the fuck my crown
I'm grindin' every day you the type to sit there and be crying
And I'm just posting clothes and you don't know a thing yea this designer
Ima throw the ball up to
My n***a just like I'm a 49er
Written by:
Xavier James
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