[Intro]
Gamer boy

[Chorus: YRN Lingo]
N***a talking to me like he really just about it
He still gon leave a body once my n***a put a shot in
He really tryna catch up, yeah I really doubt it
You had it but you fucked up now you watching pockets
We got enough to go around so n***a just stop it
We got your girl over here throwing down put her in my pocket
Do not run up cause I got a rocket
You know that I make any I cannot stop it
I do not want that because I have options
I flip a hamma you know that they popping

[Verse 1: YRN Lingo]
You know that they plotting, all a them n***as they plotting
We are the topic, hit you in your eye socket
You know that I’m rocking when this shit come to this money
Chop you like I’m Paul Bunyan
These n***as they acting tough and they think that shit funny
Till I leave they body spilling like fountains
N***as don’t want a problem till we come and solve em and everybody shaking
Whole gang came the first to shoot up, got everybody body ace
Sit back and count all this money and mind my business but n***as still gonna hate me
You talking all that tough shit but sweeter than cake gotta fake it till you make it
Effen in gunna statement if we kill him we gon put the green beam on him
And if a n***a wanna act I’m a make a whole scene for him

[Chorus: YRN Lingo]
N***a talking to me like he really just about it
He still gon leave a body once my n***a put a shot in
He really tryna catch up, yeah I really doubt it
You had it but you fucked up now you watching pockets
We got enough to go around so n***a just stop it
We got your girl over here throwing down put her in my pocket
Do not run up cause I got a rocket
You know that I make any I cannot stop it
I do not want that because I have options
I flip a hamma you know that they popping
[Verse 2: Mango Foo]
Rings on me but no boxes playing hard and yes I still got the rocket
If you cock it you better pop it
Racks on me I never had a way
Keep it cocked in the middle a the party I think i shot somebody
Pull up with choppas I ain’t talking Hardy’s
You keep the chicks and shawty’s
They say he gon make it well n***a I doubt it
Feel that masterpiece n***a I’m bout it
Money on your head we gon get to buying
Sell hundred shots in there who’s gon come count it
Got hundred racks inside my pocket I’m lounging
All my n***a dawgs and we be hounding
Shoot you through the wall just for the hobby
Cops ready getting here so we go all in

[Chorus: YRN Lingo]
N***a talking to me like he really just about it
He still gon leave a body once my n***a put a shot in
He really tryna catch up, yeah I really doubt it
You had it but you fucked up now you watching pockets
We got enough to go around so n***a just stop it
We got your girl over here throwing down put her in my pocket
Do not run up cause I got a rocket
You know that I make any I cannot stop it
I do not want that because I have options
I flip a hamma you know that they popping