Young $teez FYM - Rip The Jacker

Uhhhhhhhhhh
It's Young $teez nigga, fuck you mean nigga, Trippsquad who i be nigga
And i dig this right here

Iced out gauges, bitch i made it
And they hate on a O.G.
Buzz like pagers, bitch I'm major
And I'm faded like old jeans ooo

And iiiiiiiiiii
Shoulda been famous a long time ago
When it comes to weed, I'm a connoisseur
When it comes to pussy, leave it kinda sore
All B's like I'm on the honor roll
I'm flyer than the rest
Been fly ever since i learned how to fly out the nest
Or ever since i jumped off the porch
And now i spit torch
No Fantastic Four
Me and my click really bout it
Smokin', I'm up in the mountains
I'm drippin' so much, start drownin'
Deez circus ass nigga be clownin'
Nigga a bozo, I'm on a No Doze, white bitch like Coco and I'm Ice-T
I fuck her wit a Go-Pro, do it in slo-mo, then i go ghost mode, she won't find me
I'm outty, pulled off in a Audi,
Pulled off in a alley, just so i could roll me a fatty yeah
Water drippin' off me like a leaky faucet
She met me in person, almost freakin' lost it
You'd be surprised, but this happens often
I'm killin' this beat, where's the coffin.?
I'm committed, I'm coming wit it
You can tell by the way a nigga spittin'
And you can tell by the way a nigga rappin'
That somethin' done happened, kos that nigga snappin'
No guitar, no drums, i got bands on me
And I'm so hot, i should walk around wit fans on me
Rock$tar, tell the doctor, I'm medicated
And i knew i was gonna kill this beat, that's premeditated
Full of Xanax bars, cocaine, and some liquor
And the only time i ever beg, is if i beg to differ
BITCH, $teez

Written by:
John Garneaux

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