[Intro: Yhung T.O.]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye, aye, aye, aye
She only want a n***a 'cause I'm on
I been clutchin' on this plastic, on this chrome
Only take one call to get him gone
Young n***a had to learn to make decisions on my own

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Now it ain't shit, spent plenty on my fit
Got a glizzy on my hip, hold fifty in this clip
S 550, five-fifty on my bitch
Did everything I want, I had to rearrange that list
Aye, had to rearrange that list
Bad mouth since a kid, all I do is talk shit
I remember I was broke, now a young n***a rich
Now a young n***a having, used to never have shit

[Verse 1: Lul G]
Young n***a never had shit
Now a bag on my wrist and a bag on my bitch
Cooks in the whip, yeah, that's Tech in the whip
Neiman's in the summer, that's a bag on my bitch
Twitter talkin' on the Net, n***a, we gon' miss that
Young wild n***a, I'll pull up where your crib at
You the type of n***a that'll beg to get your bitch back
So you the type of n***a that'll pay to get your shit back
Cooks in the whip back to back, I be cloudy
Fours after fours, pourin' up, I be drowsy
Loaf after loaf, OMG, I be countin'
Good dick make her smile, back with you, now she frownin'
[Chorus: Yhung T.O. & Slimmy B]
Now it ain't shit, spent plenty on my fit
Got a glizzy on my hip, hold fifty in this clip
S 550, five-fifty on my bitch
Did everything I want, I had to rearrange that list
Aye, had to rearrange that list
Bad mouth since a kid, all I do is talk shit
I remember I was broke, now a young n***a rich
Now a young n***a having, used to never have shit (Gang)

[Verse 3: Slimmy B]
Bitch, we dipped up the neck (To the neck)
Fifty in that clip, fifty shots out that TEC (Buh, buh)
Used to hop on the bus, now I hop on the jet (G5)
Switchin' states for that check, young n***a from the Crest
Thirty bands on my wrist, thirty slugs in this clip
Never pay for the pussy, I'm a P, not a trick (Never)
Bought the whole fuckin' mall, had to take two trips (Two trips)
Up the pole on a opp, left him froze like a glitch (Buh, buh, buh, buh)
Tats on my face, big GLOCK on my waist (Big forty)
Bands saved for the lawyer if I ever catch a case (N***a)
Benz coupe 4MATIC every time I lane change (Skrrt, skrrt)
Get the check, fuck fame, SOB, gang, gang, bitch

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Now it ain't shit, spent plenty on my fit
Got a glizzy on my hip, hold fifty in this clip
S 550, five-fifty on my bitch
Did everything I want, I had to rearrange that list
Aye, had to rearrange that list
Bad mouth since a kid, all I do is talk shit
I remember I was broke, now a young n***a rich
Now a young n***a having, used to never have shit