2016 XXL Freshmen Cypher (Explicit) - YungGen

Rest in power it's all about power

Squeeze two lemons together and really all you'll have is sour

Diesel n**gas'll smoke your a** to have the juice

Riding around in an all black coupe

Couple of pigeons that's ready to shoot sh*t

Ducking and bucking and dodging and dropping

With 48 ounces and cigarette butts

F**king around with the up echelon they will turn you to cubes

And I hope you be gone

Envelope overload cranium overdose Denny Cascade what the f**k is the halves

Click clack get powed b**ch it's a wrap

Tierra my witness I pray for a nap

Youngin' and restless return with a past

Key in ignition foot on the gas

None of you n**gas is acting that jab

Gold teeth in the Glock and a Cybertech mask

Ring gun particles turn you into molecules

Planet shrooms planet shrooms I'll take you to my panic room

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

All these n**gas stealing my style can I get my flow back

Yeah bop on that b**ch like Kodak

Yeah b**ch you know dat

Yeah I push your sh*t all back woop woop

Told that b**ch I got money ayy woop

Counting them hundreds its nothing ayy

Told that lil b**ch I got money ayy

Told that lil b**ch that's it nothing ayy skrt skrt tied

Hit that b**ch right from the back she got turkey

I knock out that b**ch like its stuffing ew skrt skrt tied OK

Told that lil b**ch that I'm with it

Told that lil b**ch that I'm with it

Ay wait 21 Lil Boat yeah win

Denzel Curry cut your throat yeah yeah

Kodak do the most yeah win

Told that lil b**ch I got all the money uhh

I swear this sh*t is just nothing uhh

I just be dancing right up on that b**ch yeah

What you be stunting

That boy not gang no that boy not my friend

I hang with my gang the same gang that felt all of my pain

When I was struggling through the rain

When I had no guap with no ice

Wasn't no food but rice

All of these b**ches they want me but they get 1 night

F**k em I give a f**k what you saying

B**ch n**ga know I ain't playing

I'm bout my fetty

Sailing Team armored we ready

F**k up that n**ga if he talk out too heavy

I'm bout it chains on my neck cost me twenty

Look at your diamonds your diamonds

Look cloudy they fake young n**ga in the Gucci Stans

F**k with me if you wanna die

Young n**ga I don't wear no suit and ties

F**k no

Lil Boat

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I sent my b**ch to the store cause we ran out of soda what

B**ch I'm tryna cook this yola 21

Hundred round drum on the bottom of that sh*t

Chop a n**ga down like a f**king lawnmower grrrrrr

AK47 round my motherf**king shoulder 21

Pull up in a Rover then I pulled off on a fisker

Pulled up on your b**ch she sucked my dick

And then you kissed her godd**n 21

Young savage b**ch and I don't play round with them swishers hmm

I just smoke them woods yeah

B**ch I'm from the hood yeah

Zone 6 Bouldercrest road you can't go there

21 Gang b**ch yeah 21 21 21

I'm in NYC I think I got a f**king show there yeah

Hold up Rollie on my wrist

Rollie on my b**ch what 30 on my waist what

30 to your face yeah 60 to your face yeah

90 to your face yeah that's a closed case yeah

You an old n**ga man you washed up

Young savage man I got my car washed up

Pulled up on a motherf**king n**ga wrapped up yeah

Then I pulled up in a motherf**king brinks truck

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Who the f**k picked this lil sorry a** beat

I'm from the ugly corner man them lil sour a** streets

D**n homie I'm the one who let your starving a** eat

And you was hungry I ain't have to let your sorry a** eat

My cousin G wayne got off of manslaughter last week

Gave my dog a buck fifty that n**ga brought me back three

I'ma a n**ga's broad and get up all in them cheeks

Tied they dead flies