Young Heft - HotBoy

Say Less
Thats a bet
Its Young $heft
The Best
(Woo woo woo)

Aye

Cop A chicken nigga for the solid eight
KOBE
These bricks will get your life straight
Im coming down your block with the paper plates
I rap it up get it together lock my door grab my bag and my sweater)

Im leaving the Lot, Im dropping the top, Im making it Hot
Im whipping the pot, while hitting the pot my elbow THE ROCK
Yeah
Stupid "Jimbronny"
Got them bad bitches on me and they act like they lonely
Blowing blunts to the face like im lonely
And I got The Juice now sipping on a styrofoam drink
Yo
im Coming in like a runner, Im a stone cold stunner
Niggas I cant be more blunter
But thats true fact, you know that, and here we go
Im banging in the audio, And more expo
The car running like its Naruto
And these bitches want to go because Im going to go
(they cuming, gone)

Cop A chicken nigga for the solid eight
KOBE
These bricks will get your life straight
Im coming down your block with the paper plates
I rap it up get it together lock my door grab my bag and my sweater

I be smoking Afghanistan, a OutLaw nigga like a Taliban
Im still making the Bands, Im still beating the pot like a band
Beating down her walls again and again
Im Macho Macho Man, Macho Macho Man
You can have that, you have that
That Car go Buy that, and I drive that
you cant see where my eyes at
Because they low
Im going down going down doing shows
when I come up with way more dough then I explore
To the Top thats where Im at
You cant catch me, Flying down the alley Nigga Fuck the police
count my ends up and count my bands up
You know that we have that, I got my Half Back

Cop A chicken nigga for the solid eight
KOBE
These bricks will get your life straight
Im coming down your block with the paper plates
I rap it up get it together lock my door grab my bag and my sweater)

Written by:
Dorado Graham

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