(chintwo on the beat)

[Verse 1: Yung Dutch]
I'm a youngin' on my grind
On a different type of time
You can tell by the watch I carry around
Hundred rounds in a clip, I let it bang
Your hoe, she in my crib, she gave me brain
She wrapped around my neck just like my gold chain
Feelin' like a villain lately, like KD
Three five on my hip and I get crazy
I be off the xans now I'm feelin' lazy
You boys ain't on my level, yeah
Can't contain me
I won on one little bitch you can't replace me

[Hook: Yung Dutch]
YHM you know we bout dat shit, yuh
YHM you know we bout dat shit, yuh
YHM you know we bout dat shit, yuh
Your mans can't even fuck with this, nah

[Verse 2: Yung Dutch]
I've been getting to the bag since I was young
I stack my bread up, you know just so I could stunt
Rolling straight loud but I don't pass the blunt
Young Kobe on them, I be jocking all these haters
I don't get no one shot cause I'm chasing all this paper
Rolled up in your Beemer, took your hoe, I'll see you later
She banging for attention, she a clout chaser
That hoe told me she only like ball players

[Hook: Yung Dutch]
YHM you know we bout dat shit, yuh
YHM you know we bout dat shit, yuh
YHM you know we bout dat shit, yuh
Your mans can't even fuck with this, no

[Verse 3: Yung Dutch]
If you not my gang, I don't wanna talk to you
Your bitch stuck on me like I am crazy glue (gang, gang)
You say you was into me so whatchu wanna do
Yeah she got a man, but he ain't got no clue
She be fucking for the xans man and I'm the xan man
Fucked her with my socks on, but she got her top on
Living life like a rockstar
On the run like I'm a trackstar