Youngeen Havin Lyrics

If you lookin' for him, I'm in the lanes, bagging trapping

Young nigga just stuck , about 6 bands, under his mattress

If you ask him, they gon' tell ya, I'm a youngin' have it

I'm bout to fuck the city up, I'm bout to start spazzin

My uncle said he'd give my money to me and I started laughin

I make at least two bands a week, nigga, you can't see me

Sound like Stevie, but I wonder what made you think that

I fuck my sack up, I got it right back

I fuck my pack up, I got it right back the same day

Told bro, I need me a cookie', cookin' up the same way

You was born to go to church, I was born to sell weight

But I still go sometimes, and I always pray

My family be trippin' on me, but I just wanna Grammy

Bro, I got a pack, I got a pack, nigga, that's a double whammy

Spring break, you can catch me all in Miami

Sliding in a rent a car from my cougar bitch named Tammy

Can't hang around no broke nigga , cause I'll turn to one

It's all funny games till the rabbit got the gun

I love the rappin shit, I do this trappin' shit for fun

And when I blow up a nigga, I want a golden gun

I need some chain to add up by the ton

These lil' niggas lil boys , so I'll call em my son

Can't hang around no broke nigga, cause I'll turn to one

It's all funny games till the rabbit got the gun

If you lookin' for me, I'm in the lanes bangin', trappin

Young nigga, just stuck bout six bands under his mattress

If you ask him, they gon' tell ya, I'm in Youngeen Haven

I'm about to fuck the city, I'm about to start Spazzin

If you lookin' for me, I'm in the lanes bangin', trappin

Young nigga, just stuck bout six bands under his mattress

If you ask him, they gon' tell ya, I'm in Youngeen Haven

I'm about to fuck the city, I'm about to start Spazzin

I'm in the lanes bangin', trappin

Yeah nigga, just uped by six bands under his mattress