[Intro: YN Jay]
Like Mike, I just started the last three songs, man
It's time for you to start it off, it’s time for you to pay the cost, it's time for you to be the boss

[Verse 1: YN Jay]
Baby girl, I gotta leave, but I ain't gon’ be gone for a while
But bae, I'ma be gone for a minute
And the feds tryna get me, I'm sitting back just waiting on my sentence
Think I'ma be gone for a minute
I know I ain't going far, before I leave the crib
I like the dough, I know I'ma be gone for a minute
And I still can't believe this
My n***a died in 2010, it feel like he been gone for a minute
For a minute, for a minute
For a minute, for a minute
For a minute, for a minute
For a minute, for a minute
For a minute, for a minute
For, ah
For a minute, for a minute
For a minute, for a minute
For a minute, for a minute
For a minute, for a minute
For a minute, for a minute
Ah
[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
She let me hit that lil pussy for a minute
She hit me with the splish splash, got me swimming
They caught us fucking on camera, now we trending
Pussy fire, but her head game tremendous
She kinda young, I'm like bae, how you fuck like that?
Like two dogs humping, now we stuck like that
I hit her with some dope dick, made her come right back
I’m talking getting real nasty, when she drunk like that
But I like it though
She sucking dick on all fours, made her bite the floor
You know I fucked her best friend, just the night before
I be lying ’bout this shit, that she don't like to know
She bit the tip of my dick, I tried to fight the ho
Bitch, you blew it now, ain’t no more cum showers
When she she say "it's in my gut", made me hump harder
[?], bring your ass home, we in a rush hour
Auntie sniffing coke off a plate, it's too much powder
Hold it down like I'm 50, got too much Power
A hundred K, steal your gold, we done touched ours
She only pop out when it’s hot, she a sunflower
Fuck going to school, was having sex during my lunch hour

[Verse 3: YN Jay]
I was finna drink some lemonade, but the punch harder
I was finna shoot him with my gun, but the punch harder
Had to rap around the phone twice, it's a broken charger
362, but it gon' put you in a broke charder
I make music, I paint pictures, I'm a dope artist
Old school new from the crib, I remote start it
Pulled up in the tesla, it be self-parking
No, it be self-driving
I know a n***a who don't need support, he was self-driven
Pulled up to the titty bar, and seen my church reverend
I gave my young dawg the bag, he a good salesman
Baby boy, if I was [?] you would've smoked Melvin
[?] when he pulled that gun out, I would've smoked D-Bo
I be betting on a bank, you don't know Casino
N***a always speaking on what he know, but he don't know the G Code
I don't really like no shy bitches, I be fucking freak hoes
You a nasty, dirty dick dawg, you don't fuck anything
You can't say hi to my hoes, because my bitches mean
We both drink Wok, but mine's purple, and his green
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