Yung Lou - Kobe

Yeah Yeah Ay
Pop a perc imma go to outter space
Look at stars in the roof but I'm not up in the wraith
Say she got that WAP but I just want face
I don't fuck all hoes know I got good taste
Ayy
Yung Lou be the reason that my homie shot yo brodie
Confidential when I'm slidin but these straps is surely on me
I be trynna go to LA purple yellow like I'm Kobe
Fuck a model on a boat give her dick it ain't Moby
In the Wrld sippin juice but my name ain't Jarad
Niggas copy what i say i'm finna call they ass a parrot
I don't listen to nobody like a toddler with they parents
You get shot where I'm from if you get caught glarin
Miss my homie rest in peace we had the music big blarin
Give a fuck bout the noise nigga fuck yo parents
All the hatin shit apparent
38 will do the damage
I been smokin on this wood I got that ash on me god dammit
Givin her dick
Ain't romantic
Im with the shit
Ain't no plannin
Ay Yung Lou
Where the fuck you keep yo tool
Mind yo business
I been too high to even give a fuck
Ain't no kiddin
Know I'm with it
When I hop out on these niggas actin skiddish
Like the fish and I count chips but i'm not British
Hollow tip
In that 40 cal
Send one at your fitted
Pop a molly got me feelin savage but im not a bandit
Ay
Now I'm on another planet
Imma,
Switch, Switch, Switch clothes
Like I
Switch, Switch, Switch hoes
Imma
Flip, Flip, Flip doors
Imma, imma, imma get up my dough bitch
New nikes in this bitch Off-White
I been faded all day i put that pink in my sprite
Put a beam on the Glock and it look like flashlight
When it come to bitches I don't have a type just treat me right
Mix the percy with the xanny may not see another night
See the pain up in my eyes
Never been afraid to die
Know I'm wit it
We might hop out on a nigga wit the fye
Ay
Yung Lou be the reason why yo ass cant go outside
Bitch
Yuh, Yuh Yuh,
Yung Lou, Yung lou, Yung lou

Written by:
Adrian Echols

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