[Verse 1]
Tell me what you want, tell me what you want
Swoop down like an nuisance, n***a I'm a runt
I'm a boss like Rick Ross, hit you with my glove
Now I got the numbers, now they want my love
Swoop down like an eagle on you turtledoves
Yeah we loaded up, yeah we loaded up
Swoop down like an eagle on you turtledoves

[Interlude]
My bad, I had to go get some shit

[Verse 2]
Get a better hobby, you got feet like a hobbit and you look like Nosferatu
N***as hella fake and they snaking all the time, talking behind my back just like a robot, thats R2
Yeah, I'm swerving down the lane no these n***as can't keep up
He tried to keep up, but he met with the Grim Reaper
Black bitch wearing a Weezer shirt, she don't know Weezer
Pocket full of Addy's, zip em up, finders keepers
Yeah I got the plan, I'm moving left to right
Trying to dodge all these n***as trying to have my night
Trying to have the day, trying to joust like a fucking knight
You ain't gonna sway, when the [censor] gon' spray, all these n***as gon' be Bobby Flay
Rotisserie chicken hang em up, spin em up
Got the minigun spinning up, who want some?
Kinda happy where young Yori ended up
Yeah, we in a Ultima but soon It's gon' be Rover trucks
Loaded up, loaded up, n***a loaded up
Hunting n***as like it's my destiny with the Golden Gun
Yeah the THEOTHERNIGHT, the other day he was moving
He off the Perc, he off the Addy bitches think he's amusing
[Bridge: Yori]
2k in a day, Tay
All K in a day, Ooh 22k in a day
1k in a day, 4k come and spray
4k in a day, 4k in a day

[Verse 3]
Hey I'm young Yori and I'm going hard, cause I am
Someone said something about you, know I don't give a damn
Talking all that shit on Twitter and Instagram
But he won't roll up on us, because he know I don't give a damn
I'm crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy
[?] in the face and it don't phase me
Pick acquaintances right cause I got the same lady
I got so much energy I could do this until I'm 80

[Verse 4]
Yori can I get a feature? Maybe
But you ain't got enough money to save me
But you ain't got ebough money to fucking save me
This ain't the A, lil bitch this the M
I don't fuck with you and you ain't her so who is him?
She got a bad mood, slap into a Slim Jim
Lowkey snapping on all of you, that's that flim flam
Running to my bank, it's payday
Shooting for them stars, it's mayday
I'm all up in them guts, I'm gravy
Hoe all on my waist, I can't see
Running through that check, it's payday
Bitch, I'm all up in them guts, I'm gravy
Hoe all on my waist, I can't see
Get her off my waist, I can't be