Young $teez FYM - The Purge (feat. Christienne Xavier) [The Monarchs]

When you're all alone with nobody to help
That's when ya gonna realize, you only got yourself
Sooooo, don't doubt yourself
Be about yourself
You've come a long way (You have!)
Be proud of ya self
Got some loud in my sack
A straight up Mac and I bet
That I can get
Gwen Stefani to "Hollaback"
Check the IG and follow that
And the Soundcloud, play my songs loud
Check out the YouTube page, leave a comment there
You never know... if you follow me, i might follow back
My shootas got them bullets, with the hollow tips
I'm Trippin, let me switch it
In case the kids are listening...
Because I don't promote violence
SHHHHHHH SHH SHHH SHHHH SHHH
That's why all my guns got silencers (You get it?)
The bitch fell in love, quick! as soon as I went inside of her
She say she want my heart and my soul
She gotta find it first
And this "The Monarchs", so address us as your highnesses (Ya majesty)
Dressing in the flyest shit
Designer stitch
And I'm high as shit
On some pilot shit

Aye aye aye aye aye tag me in bro!

It's Young $teez nigga
Fuck you mean nigga
TRIPPSQUAD who i be nigga
And if you question who we be nigga
Let's just say, basically
Kings and queens of the scene nigga
A fashion killer and a trendsetting genius
And if you don't believe
Then ask the people
They'll teach you
I'm the reason the whole club was screaming out...
YEAH HOE YEAH HOE YEAH HOE (We ain't bout that bullshit)
It's my turn, guess I'm next to speak
For that lil baby, got that Drakko like yes indeed
Young $teez, nah I ain't sneeze
But you can best believe
I'm blessed
That lil vest won't stop yo chest from bleeding
Team full of Cavaliers, like a rep for Cleveland
And I'm in Miss Clever's cleavage
Leave the rest for Beaver
This hoe flexin. Talkin' 'bout she met me
I don't believe her
Her homie looking kozy
Turned 'em both to a threesome
Ice cold, through your speakers
My wrist got a freezer
Ima cold hearted nigga, so I sleep with the heater
And if you want the feature
Get it cheaper by the dozen
I'm heating up like a oven
The winning shot at the buzzer
Singing to her like I'm Usher
She impatient, so she rushing me
She been fucking with lames so I bless her with this luxury
My name's the only reason that she fucks with me ROCK$TAR
Before the cops called
I'm fleeing the scene, screaming
YEAH HOE!

Written by:
Christienne Johnson, John Garneaux

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