[Intro: YNW Melly]
Young N***a World!
Young N***a Wave!
Yeah!

[Chorus: YNW Melly]
Racks all in my pocket and I'm tryna' cope
One hundred round extension with a telescope
Melly dripping flavor and its hella dope
Fuckin' on yo bitch and she a thot hoe
I want racks sayin right now
I want racks right fucking now
If you don't have any then fuck you
We gon' scam yo ass out your bank account
If you ever ever ever try to fuck with me
I'mma call up my brodies, load up them semis
Fuck that bitch we ain't friendly

[Verse 1: YNW Melly]
Hit ya head and lick for 35 bands
And I got them racks all inside my pants
Bitch, these are Jordans I ain't rockin' vans
2018 I was rockin' vans
I won't fuck that bih, 'cause I ain't friendly
Young n***a running up them benjis
Hoppin' out the coupe and evidently, evidently everybody envy
[Chorus: YNW Melly]
Racks all in my pocket and I'm tryna' cope
One hundred round extension with a telescope
Melly dripping flavor and its hella dope
Fuckin' on yo bitch and she a thot hoe
I want racks sayin right now
I want racks right fucking now
If you don't have any then fuck you
We gon' scam yo ass out your bank account
If you ever ever ever try to fuck with me
I'mma call up my brodies, load up them semis
Fuck that bitch we ain't friendly

[Verse 2: YNW Melly]
Loadin' up the semi and the carbon
Bitch, you wanna fuck but we the hardest
And lil Melly from the G, yeah, the gardens
And she know a n***a finna go his hardest
Hollow tips in this chopper, bitch, catch these shells
YNW and bitch you know that shit forever
Put the dope on the mothafuckin' damn scale
Weight it up and if he play then shoot his ass

[Chorus: YNW Melly]
Racks all in my pocket and I'm tryna' cope
One hundred round extension with a telescope
Melly dripping flavor and its hella dope
Fuckin' on yo bitch and she a thot hoe
I want racks sayin right now
I want racks right fucking now
If you don't have any then fuck you
We gon' scam yo ass out your bank account
If you ever ever ever try to fuck with me
I'mma call up my brodies, load up them semis
Fuck that bitch we ain't friendly
[Verse 3: Jit4 Stan]
Ay, brodie, load up the .23
Don't you speak on me, 'cause we gon' get on feet
We hoppin' out the V, I see my mans, they diamonds clean
Brodie want the chain, I told him ''No'', that could trace back to you
Diss the gang, playin', park the car, we gon' hop out and shoot
Brodie do too much, he say he tryna stand over dude
He tryna overkill, every drill is never fair
The type of shit we do we gettin' life, we never gettin' bail
It's a Young N***a World, screamin' ''Free Li Mel''
If the judge gave me a hunnid years, I would never tell
Yeah, I would never fold, if you bite that cheese you get exposed

[Chorus: YNW Melly]
Racks all in my pocket and I'm tryna' cope
One hundred round extension with a telescope
Melly dripping flavor and its hella dope
Fuckin' on yo bitch and she a thot hoe
I want racks sayin right now
I want racks right fucking now
If you don't have any then fuck you
We gon' scam yo ass out your bank account
If you ever ever ever try to fuck with me
I'mma call up my brodies, load up them semis
Fuck that bitch we ain't friendly