YOU Lyrics

Ayy, Ryder, boy, I'm fuckin with you, man

Yeah, yeah, yeah

He's a dead man walkin', might as well wear a toe tag

Might as well wear a coffin with your dead ass

Press his ass like some juice, I'm tryna make some lemonade

My girl always ask me what's wrong with you, I'm tryna make a fuckin' play

I don't like to talk about my business, but his ass got stressed for days

It only took a half a brick to get him stressed out by a j

I'm stressed about my fuckin' day, my bitch wanna throw it back today

So when I grip her ass, I make it sure that she appreciate

Resurrected from the dead, I brought this bitch back to life

Eighth of shroom to the afterlife, all white December 25th

Yeah, he's a dead man walkin', might as well wear a toe tag

Might as well wear a coffin with your dead ass

Press his ass like some juice, I'm tryna make some lemonade

My girl always ask me what's wrong with you, I'm tryna make a fuckin' play

Tryna make a fuckin' play, tryna catch a flight for days

Tryna catch my heart, but it's just caught up in them thorns again

I pray, I pray

She just wanna throw it back and never speak to me again

You still gon' see me win, I'm posted in them ends

I put him on a bubble play and now he think we twins

Why the fuck I'm in the bricks, I pop the bean again

And I'm all up in her mouth like a peppermint

I had to go across that road, get her other hens

You don't know my man's, he get him from them ends

He get him for the low, he told me he pull up fasho

I been tryna catch a play since I crossed that road