Adolescents
[Intro: YFG Chock]
Put my hoodie on in this bitch
(KMAN Productions)
Yeah, Uh huh, Yeah
Uh Huh, Yeah Look
Uh
[Verse 1: YFG Chock]
I was 15 years old, You can catch me in the section
Young Adolescent , Can't teach me a lesson
This shit come out good or bad, from us won't be a blessin'
Bitch we wild and reckless, We designer steppin'
We in love with fast shit, Them foreigns we been testin'
Lil bro sayin' shit gettin' hectic, [?] off of Essex
I be with some lunatics, They young short and they steppin'
I got in a accident, But I didn't go to heaven
I'm back out here reppin' eight block that's aggression
We put shit in stars, We got switches not no Wessons
Bitch well we is not stressin', Lil bro crash on the [?]
All about that paper, 'Bout a dollar we gon' stretch 'em
Caught a opp that choppa checked him, This 10 milli gon' reck him
We spinnin' back to back and we got mask so ain't no tellin'
Got close I heard him yellin', Spin the opp shit They be bailing
We spinnin' in a striker, Ain't no plates this bitch just yellin'
[Verse 2: YFG Fatso]
First of all we drenchin' shit, Face shot we got clips and shit
Eight block, we on Princeton shit, Fat boy run I tripped the bitch
Hop out on that pimpin' shit, My pistol hangin' and dreads swangin'
Foenem on that get 'em shit, Bitch just wanna lick my dick
I'm outside with felons, We got masks on ain't no tellin' (uh)
All my guys illegal, More than 16 with these weapons (uh)
I was bad in school my teacher couldn't teach me no lessons (uh)
Try to run, we chasin', hop out fast, 'cause ain't no bailin' (Uh)
Put my hoodie on in this bitch
(KMAN Productions)
Yeah, Uh huh, Yeah
Uh Huh, Yeah Look
Uh
[Verse 1: YFG Chock]
I was 15 years old, You can catch me in the section
Young Adolescent , Can't teach me a lesson
This shit come out good or bad, from us won't be a blessin'
Bitch we wild and reckless, We designer steppin'
We in love with fast shit, Them foreigns we been testin'
Lil bro sayin' shit gettin' hectic, [?] off of Essex
I be with some lunatics, They young short and they steppin'
I got in a accident, But I didn't go to heaven
I'm back out here reppin' eight block that's aggression
We put shit in stars, We got switches not no Wessons
Bitch well we is not stressin', Lil bro crash on the [?]
All about that paper, 'Bout a dollar we gon' stretch 'em
Caught a opp that choppa checked him, This 10 milli gon' reck him
We spinnin' back to back and we got mask so ain't no tellin'
Got close I heard him yellin', Spin the opp shit They be bailing
We spinnin' in a striker, Ain't no plates this bitch just yellin'
[Verse 2: YFG Fatso]
First of all we drenchin' shit, Face shot we got clips and shit
Eight block, we on Princeton shit, Fat boy run I tripped the bitch
Hop out on that pimpin' shit, My pistol hangin' and dreads swangin'
Foenem on that get 'em shit, Bitch just wanna lick my dick
I'm outside with felons, We got masks on ain't no tellin' (uh)
All my guys illegal, More than 16 with these weapons (uh)
I was bad in school my teacher couldn't teach me no lessons (uh)
Try to run, we chasin', hop out fast, 'cause ain't no bailin' (Uh)