[Intro]
Oh, I gotta keep fuckin' goin'
Yeah
Young N***a World
And that's for life
All my n***as dons, ya dig
Goats, them some dons
Know what I'm sayin'
Woo

[Verse]
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, (Yeah) Young N***a World, bitch (Yeah)
Yeah, Young N***a World, bitch
Young N***a World, G (Okay, bitch)
Young N***a World, jit (Okay, bitch)
Bitch, bitch, okay, haha
Young N***a World shit
Young N***a World shit
Young N***a World shit
Hol' up, young n***a shit
This that young n***a shit (Shit)
Been thuggin' since a jit
Every Glock got a dick (A dick)
A laser on my chopper, tell me how could I miss (Ka-pewm)
Bag a Smith & Wesson, we got Glock 26 (Okay)
Young n***a shit, this that young n***a shit (That shit)
They'll tape his momma up and throw his ass in a ditch (Lil bitch)
I heard you 'bout that action but lowkey you a bitch (A bitch)
I seen the paperwork, lil boy, I know you a snitch (Okay)
Oh, god damn, uh, ugly jit (Bitch)
You say you broke as fuck and that you down on your dick (Get off your ass)
Well, get off off your ass and go and hit you a lick
Go and get them credit cards and bring them back
Wait, go and get them credit cards and bring 'em to me
You wanna make 1200 dollars, come and fuck with me
I got a whole lotta real n***as who love me
I got a whole lotta killers who fuck with me
And they still fuck with me even though we
From two different fuckin' parts of the atmosphere
I got diamonds and they shinin' like a chandelier (Like a chandelier)
Catch you n***a haters, how we do your man in here (Do your man in here)
And you know a n***a got a couple bands in here (Got 'em bands)
I'm in the booth right now, I got a couple bands in here
She wanna fuck, she wanna sell, but I ain't no baby
Hell nah, don't you see me with my old lady
Hell nah, we got [?] like Old Navy
Boy, that ain't not damn Versace, that's Old Navy
I don't care, if it's fire, I wear it, fuck who made it (Fuck you, fuck you)
Why the fuck, ooh ohh, Capri Sun (Capri Sun)
Ridin' with that Glock and he strapped up
Ooh, god damn, oh, they trapped us (They trapped us)
The feds on the phone, I think they tapped us (They tapped us)
Free John [?], I think they trapped him (Free John [?])
If he got a problem, don't you ask him (Don't you ask)
Shawty on my dick, she gettin' nasty (She nasty)
Baby, send that address, or what
Boy gon' send that address on weekend
W, I swear we don't take no losses (No losses)
I got VVS's on me and they so frosty (So frosty)
And your bitch suck the dick with the lip gloss (Lip gloss)
And it's poppin' like lil mama, take that bitch to the Bahamas
Okay, bitch, you bout that drama
We got pistols for days
He say pressure, okay
Hol' up, ooh, chips lays
Ooh, chips lays
When he die I smile
When he died I smiled (Happy)
When he died I smiled (Okay)
When he died I smiled (Smiled)
Hope that boy beat trial (Smile)
He gon' [?] the [?]
They tryna take his child (His child)
Tryna take your child, ayy
Take that shit to trial, ayy
Put that child support, uh, on that bitch
Cause if you don't she gon' do it to you (Do it to you)
She gon' do it to you (You)
I'm blood gangster, woop (Suwoop)
Man keep it going, do it
[?] fuck you do
[Outro]
1090 shit, oo oo
Young N***a World