Yhn

Mm, mm, mm-mm, mm
Young hot nigga, young hot, look

Young hot nigga, getting money ain't the problem
Doing it right, that's my problem
Rob a nigga, he keep flexing
See you know I came for nothing
So I'll take it if I want it, we out in public with a hundred
My clip hold Dirt Nowitzki

See my mans, but I dump it
Ain't no flagging, bitch, no running, you think I tote this shit for nothing
We in Miami ain't for the heat, but got my heat, this shit get creeped
Push up on me like you, yeah, we dropping shells, ringing bells
Mama, your son going to Hell
Reaper status, can't you tell
We done sent niggas to Hell, you go against us, you gon' fail
Chopper bullets, big as hell

You can't duck when we swing
Bitch, we known for bringing pain, you a shooter or a bitch, what's your lane?
Keyboard typing ass, nigga, you ain't tryna bust a brain
We go insane, bends and body, bitch, stay up in your lane
Huh, what you wanna do?
Niggas think he bulletproof
Chris Vett with that brr, yeah, clear the whole room

Me and bro like Ricky and Morty, nobody scoring, this shit get boring
The day we meet, crash out, on my block, my Glock
I been this bitch the wrong way, I'm shooting to your glass
I been this bitch the wrong way, I'm shooting to your glass

I'm getting hit on
Nigga know he dead wrong
Run into her ass though
Grrah!