Y.B.N (Young Boss Nigga) ft. STACKZ WORLD Lyrics

Word on the beat, word on the beat

Three six nine shit, yeah

Y'all niggas don't know how we coming nigga

Back going stupid all year

Dropping on these, fuck niggas, check it

Young boss nigga, I'm a keep on winning

I'm a keep stacking this money to the ceiling

Fuck a bitch nigga, I don't care about your Opinion

Disrespect me, whole squad get to spinning

2x

Ab$olute: Verse l

Just keep grinding boy, I do this for the Helpless

And for the females I neglected, I was selfish

Just a little prideful, sometimes I can't help it

Been through a lot, maybe that's my main Influence

Trust show me even, Jesus got betrayed by Judas

Just like Patron on ice, the flow been fluid

I told myself I could do it, once I, put my mind To it

You can't talk pain, if you never been through It

I'll ride for my brothers, always trust one Another

Keep the brotherhood deep, never accept Any sucker

Niggas be leeches, trying to act like undercovers

Acting like they love ya, but I never really Trust them

Snakes in disguise, I can see it through your Eyes

You can't be a thug and in between, playing Both sides

Take a slow sip, hop out the whip and let it Ghost ride

Niggas living with they moms, talking mob Ties

Stackz World: Verse ll

Young boss nigga, I went I got it by myself

I ain't had no handouts, ain't nobody give me Help

Now I'm on top of the world, got a better View of Mars

I'm blowing loud in the clouds, I'm Somewhere, out by the stars

You either stand on business or sit your bitch Ass down

Talking out the side of your neck, that's the Main Reason we hound niggas

Glock 40 hugging on me, never switching up Cause she down

Known for a fact, she'll lay a little pussy ass Nigga down for me

Ridin' on fours, turn it slow, plus I smell, like A pound

Never catch me slipping Scottie Pippen, I got Thirty-Three rounds on me

I'm about to cook 20 thou, only thing that They found on me

If you wanna get some money, dawg, then sit Your ass down, let it pile on em

Ayy, so you with it or what?

I got a plan to get them bands, bro, that's just Our luck

If this shit work out, dawg, we gone be up

Man, I'm tired of bein' stuck, we can't fuck This up

Bad bitches used to diss me, acting iffy

Now they all on my phone, trying to tell me That they miss me

How they didn't see me in a while, and I been Acting distant

Probably cause a nigga hit the exit, bitch, Deuces

Ayy, I'm a slime ball

You can play Bugs Bunny, I'm a mind star

All my niggas known for swipin', get a Chime Card

Took a Uber just to lift him up, give it five Stars

I ain't giving money, bitch, stack or starve

Would of thought I was from Flint, how I Grind hard

Big Diamonds dancing in the sun, bitch, this grind On me