We Luv Nate (Y$) Lyrics

Yea, yea, put that truck up in reverse & bring that bag out

How the hell you wearing palm angels but got yo' hand out

Creeping through the block with walkie talkies my dawg scream "MAN DOWN!"

I'm trying to hop on different type of beats so I can stand out

Know I'm from the hood so I really like them choppa' sounds

We already got like 4 blicks so we got a choppa' now

My young dawg just like a lumberjack so you know he gon' chop you down

I don't give a fuck about no nigga, I don't want to bite your style

I wish I had Saff in the booth you know he'll walk this down

Most of these niggas be stuck in 2016, you know these niggas clowns

Woah, woah, woah

This shit like basketball, my young dawgs up the score

Go, Go, Go

My young dawg put you six feet under, you can't even grow

No, No, No

These niggas ain't talking 'bout shit, you know damn well they ain't gon' blow

Alright I'm fin' to stop right here

Goddamn I lied

Know my young nigga really be spinning shit, you know damn well he ain't tired

I can't solve everybody problems so I sit back & smoke & say "I tried"

This ain't a normal charger that he pulled up with, this bitch wide

He tell so many stories so it's fuck him, his life facade

Man that nigga ain't even real 5, I put him on to them guys

Thought we was listening to Jripey & Saff 'cause I said "it's time to slide"

I don't fuck with them guys, they no longer my kind

He in the store talkin' 'bout this & that, talkin' 'bout some "gimmie meat"

I had a opp hoe spin right through the spot & she suck me till I sleep

Nigga trying to get on a song with me so you know I'm charging 150 a feat

And it's 1055 we all bros ain't nobody under me

Slide, slide, slide

Know my young nigga really hop on that box, he finna' ride

Know these niggas be washed up so I tell 'em buy some tide or I tell 'em buy some gain

They ain't never walk to they destination all day through the rain