Meet the Yunginz (feat. Rubberbann, T-Code, Money Leek, Baby Boy, Lucci, King Wooh & FastCashJune)

Man All ya better stay up on ya grind And I mean dat shit And I don't care if you callin 9 or 10 times When you need that shit Unh Streets ain't nice, Betta think shit twice Sacrificing wen you livin that life Onna move they ain't packin shit light My nigga meet the yunginz Rubberbann They tried to trick Rubber out the spot Long live my niggaz but mama I love the block Bann an OG just like Papa Doc Drake thing hit make a yung nigga shoulder rock Hit after hit Rubber caught a spark Chip on my shoulder walk round wit a Boulder rock Pour up 3 wit dat drink mix it up wit the soda pop Bitch I came from the gutter I came from the lower parts Bann shit be crankin my music performing arts Bitch want me wife her I told her play her part Hit after hit wen I make it I'm moving far Standing on 10 Bann was real from the start I Walked Up in the club bitch gon ask who you are Dick in her guts girl you fukkin a star Bann in this bitch making bangers they see now She ain't want me at first caught that bitch off the rebound Had to cut that bitch off shawty inna way I be stacking them honchos lil Rubber see better days Free Bann hit Rubber Lou I see better plays They say stay off the streets my OG know a better way Free Crud Love man that nigga a beast Keep a stick in his coat Keep a glock in his fleece They be fukkin wit Rubber I'm rockin the beat Drac thing hit had him stompin his feet Code Rubberban and the Code bitch pick you one From the west side where young niggas Send you one Fuck ah flag, city nigga ahk where you from Feds blitz me told dem boyz i ain't tipping none Clucker want some drugs call the plug tell em gimme some Front line when I'm stepping this ah cannon just ah Bigger Drum Bmore bitch say she love me told the bitch she really dumb Mar say I'm da two told bruh this the really one Put the dick in the 15 den call it R Kelly 45 call her dark skin like Keisha from belly Bitch think that I'm cheating like Jody den smell me! Post office bitch pregnant I told her mail me! Tryna tell you niggas im really different Swish ona glock to click ah nigga can't hear the nigga Plucked his ass put the fear in niggas Sadity nigga Man Im just a city nigga Code I'm from the side niggaz really get busy Can't trust these niggaz these niggaz play you 50 Casa Migos I don't fuck wit the Henny Fukkin her good put my duck in her kidneys Get the fukk boy you is not wit me My bitch do them drugs just like she Whitney Tryna rob me nigga you must be silly Got a real plug he livin in Italy Unh unh Imma keep that shit goin till I make it out If I hop on your song Imma swag it out Like 21 you know imma air it out Bitch tryna argue Can we just fukk it out Ain't chasing bitches I'm tryna make it out Like Call of Duty Imma just take him out Lil money leek You know I be Cashin out Look Naw forreal Get the bread yung nigga heard he back on the mission Heard them niggaz was fishin But I'm clutching the metal I'm deep inna trenches I just popped me a pill I was deep in my feelings Look Heart too cold shit froze Look Free De-Lo cuz he up the road Nd im selling shit you can sniff through ya nose Fukk it you know how we comin my yunginz dem niggaz They robbin the robbers and killin the killaz Feds hit the block throw the gun wit the switches ARP wit a 100 I'm hunting a nigga She too mad I'm in love wit the trenches Bruh I don't een know why she wantin a nigga Can't think in that field when I'm comin to getcha Not no son of a slave ain't no frontin a nigga Standing on business I'm stuck in the trenches They said they want smoke then we gotta go get em We turning their block to a chimney I told em we havin dem diddys we all thru the city I'm fukkin that bitch on her sister Back to back bitch I get lifted Somebody pass a jigga I'm poppin these bitches for Jitta They neva shouldn't touch my lil nigga we all thru the city I'm sliding back to back wit a 50 Switchy on top of the nickel get busy They said they fukkin wit me they ain't fukkin wit me Kno I'm havin that cash I got plenty I ran that shit up wit a safe Fukk a safe I needa bank Don't play games bitch I got rank I'm the one get you touched it ain't nuffin You watch what you say when you speak on my name My yunginz ain't goin for nuffin we see you Then run up we buss at your mova It's King Wooh nd Fukk all da drama Ima city nigga who ain't wit dat na na I hope Onna flight if I wanna If you don't see me don't do no wonderin Man fukk all that fake shit basic My yung niggaz ain't wit all of that fakin Man buy me a lb I'm weighing Call T-Y to the muhhfukkin basement Now ya niggaz wanna hate me Man Nuk go and Tee off Onna baby Melvo want me to stay focused To the top so these niggaz can't notice Lul Luck where the Fukk is cash at Round June way you kno that's FastCash Lul Leek where the Fukk you been at Aye Tae where the Fukk them bands at All them my Lul yunginz And if it's a problem they gon come crushin DAMN Man All ya better stay up on ya grind And I mean dat shit And I don't care if you callin 9 or 10 times When you need dat shit Unh Streets ain't nice, Betta think shit twice Sacrificing when you livin that life Onna move they ain't packin shit light My nigga meet the yunginz Unh... Chea... Which one of ya niggas want it Touch one then they all come runnin My yung Niggaz they don't backdown from nuffin Yea Wish I was like them when I was yunger Did a year in OK Came home just to make em feel the Thunder Free smoke yea who want some Ty tell em niggaz we only trust none Bought a clock just to punch one Real shooters inna field Fukk a duck hunt This a buck shot Got the belt nigga I'm the top notch Can't get wit it Betta kick rocks This is our block I Told my yung niggas betta stay sharp Unh Gotta set the example Don't test they'll give ya ass a sample Unh Used to make them niggaz fight Yung dawgz they don't bark just bite And wit this combination put the game on lock We ain't playin shit safe Ima G but I'm stickin to the T Code Got rubberbann in release mode Leaky Leek peepin shit like a creep Wooh Wop inna drop pop and lockin Luck dawg lookin sweet wit the dawg That nigga Nuk strategize like a crook On the beat I'd Smack the shit outta nigga... Now that's wat I call a bar in a bar Lost one yungin shit left all of us scarred We Do this shit for jR nicca... Trap nigga my phone keep ringin