YFL Kelvin - Nasdaq (Prod. @JaylonTheProducer)

If I said fuck you I meant that, this Glock got a stick and it kick back
My price going up like the Nasdaq, I'm smoking some pressure this shit got my lungs black
I gotta do this for Kelvin, I ball like Kyrie wit the Celtics
I know this codeine is not healthy. I came with the bag and I know that you smell it!

I know they see me balling, rapping, tweaking, all these bitches tryna call me aye
'Member when they never saw me aye, now I'm getting bread like Arby's aye
Bag up the work and hit the block them 2's and few's it ain't satisfaction
Go crazy with this ratchet. Shit get tragic, nigga fuck this rapping
I'm in my bag, I took a loss and had to get back, came from the trenches flying first class
She tryna fuck a nigga wit the cash, ain't got shit to add Lil shawty she bad
Real nigga chemistry I'm bout to shit on my enemies, ain't got no fear in me
I know that they envy me, I spilled the drip now it's slippery, bleed ain't a mystery
I know some niggas that hate on the movement they don't be doing no G shit to stop a nigga
Cause they know I'm really bound to pop a nigga, I ain't stopping nigga till they drop a nigga
Niggas they know how we coming, phone gone still ring and the trap going bunkers
Came a long way now the paper stay coming, we doing numbers & trap til the sun up

If I said fuck you I meant that, this Glock got a stick and it kick back
My price going up like the Nasdaq, I'm smoking some pressure this shit got my lungs black
I gotta do this for Kelvin, I ball like Kyrie wit the Celtics. I know this codeine is not healthy
I came wit the bag and I know that you smell it!

Awe shit, awe shit! Aye, we selling raw shit
Got 50 sum guns and we putting a body on em, we on some law shit
These niggas some bitches I figured that out quick, in the streets I'm the top pick
A nigga was down but I got out that drought quick, fill a opp up wit hot shit
You used to be cool you used to be alright, now you a pussy doe
I slid through yo hood and I let off some shots, I don't think you was looking doe
Couple bands in my pants that get spent on a pack I'm rolling up woods
And I'm pouring up act, niggas get boxed so I'm toting my strap
Lil nigga relax for this Glock get you whacked
Niggas get money to cover they image, I'm real nigga living and counting my spinach
Came from the trenches, make lanes for the trenches
Don't test me cause I'll blow yo brain in the trenches
Scoping my posture that lil hoe keep looking at me
That old shit I'm moving past it, I ran up a check now a young nigga really having
I rap but I'm really trapping

If I said fuck you I meant that, this Glock got a stick and it kick back
My price going up like the Nasdaq, I'm smoking some pressure this shit got my lungs black
I gotta do this for Kelvin, I ball like Kyrie wit the Celtics
I know this codeine is not healthy. I came wit the bag and I know that you smell it!

If I said fuck you I meant that, this Glock got a stick and it kick back
My price going up like the Nasdaq, I'm smoking some pressure this shit got my lungs black
I gotta do this for Kelvin, I ball like Kyrie wit the Celtics. I know this codeine is not healthy
I came wit the bag and I know that you smell it!

Written by:
Dione Ervin, Jonathan Jones

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