Youngboys

Yeaaa, Yeaaa, Yeaaa

You Woulda thought that i was Youngboy

I told my niggas we aint never going broke again

These niggas know that ima big playa and if I snatch dey bitch

They'll never see that hoe again

This the life that we chose and there could be another route

We still gone choose the streets anyway

The opps calling off smoke we tote flat irons like salons

So like hair dressers we gone do em any way

Air ya block out like the 4th of July, once that smoke up

You know its like Terry nigga, Its stuck yeaa