Y&T 2

I got that white shit on too, bitch (Y'all know what the fuck that is)

By now y'all know what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout (Ya dig)

Yeah, young turnt nigga, bitch, the movement

All these bitches do is gossip (That's all)

Fuck findin' love where them blocks at

Ho tellin me I'm toxic, she done fucked a ho, what projects?

See a buss down by a nigga on my way to Avianne

Took a ho to Tiffany's, she ain't ever been off Connors

I got niggas locked in Adrian, still talk shit like Browner

I see a bad bitch and I want her, either I'm prolly fuckin' or I'm gone

Yeah, this coat by Saint Laurent, can't say I ain't the one

Make my bitch suck dick for hours and she swear I hate to cum

Might call my bro, like, "Make your jump"

Bitch had my paper, I hate to front

Got places for dinner, got places for lunch

She love a nigga but hate to stunt

I'm young and turnt, can't make this up

My bitches all bad, talkin' eights and up

Tell 'em, "Knock her off," won't say for what

Two hunnid, the jury, no safe for us

I'm safe enough, put me in the game, I'm lacin' up

No, I lace enough, dawg, I'm raisin' mutts, paws

My niggas all hatin', shit, it's not the same, it's different

Cost forty-five plane, not to mention

'Nother twenty-five bucks on the right wrist

Told a ho, I wanna fuck, I don't like kissin'

Big face, presidents, I don't like niggas (Ayy)

Said a bitch freaky and I know it

Look at my wrist, I'm glowin'

Big face go as I point

Don't even gotta tell me, I'm knowin'

She goin', she goin', she goin', she gone

I'm young and turnt on my own

Can't wait 'til my brother get home

I'm young and turnt in this bitch

All my niggas lit

Ayy, what you would do for a tip?

Ho, it don't even matter, I'm rich

Prolly fuck my brother, my cousin

Got niggas still textin' they love you

For the night, baby, fuck your nigga

Porsche white, blue, fuck it, nigga, I'm sippin'

For the ATL, I'm crippin'

For the nineteen it don't really make a difference

And keep it real, I don't really like mentions

Most niggas snitchin', tip 'em (Rats)

Fuck nigga, just keep your distance

Lamb' truck, hell nah, I don't eat out

Double Cs on my bitch when her feet out

Big Bs all over the treehouse

Said a bitch freaky and I know it

Look at my wrist, I'm glowin'

Big face go as I point

Don't even gotta tell me, I'm knowin'

She goin', she goin', she goin', she gone

I'm young and turnt on my own

Can't wait 'til my brother get home

I'm young and turnt in this bitch

All my niggas lit