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A Boogie wit da Hoodie

"Young Grizzley World"

[Intro: YNW Melly]
Chopsquad
Young Grizzley World, baby (Young Grizzley Word)
No, no, no (Young Grizzley World, baby)
No, no, no, no, no, no (Young Grizzley World, baby)
No, no, no (Young Grizzley World, baby)
Nowadays, n*ggas change on the gang
Switch lanes, then come in and try to hang with us
n*gga ain't really with that sh*t
On that snake sh*t, fake ass n*gga, that ain't what's up
(Young Grizzley World, baby)
pus*y n*gga, that ain't what's up, oh
(Young n*gga World, baby)

[Chorus: YNW Melly]
Nowadays, n*ggas change for the fame
n*ggas switch on the gang, then come and try to hang with us
He was just rich two years ago
Now the n*gga in the middle of the road on angel dust
We ain't had sh*t, we was on our di*k
And them hoes ain't even really wanna hang with us
n*ggas switch on some snake sh*t, fake sh*t
Hell nah, pus*y ass n*gga, that ain't what's up
n*gga f*ckin' with the crew, say he really with the sh*t
Hell nah, we a clique full of murderers
Don't trust my n*gga, my n*ggas really creep
They slime, and they will murder ya
n*gga sayin' that he body bagging, toe-tagging sh*t, f*ck n*gga
But we ain't ever heard of ya
You can keep all the stories to yourself, f*ck n*gga
You ain't on that sh*t, we never heard of ya
pus*y jit, we ain't heard of ya
f*ck n*gga, we ain't heard of ya
f*ck n*gga, we ain't heard of ya
Clique full of murderers
f*ck n*gga, we ain't heard of ya

[Verse 1: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
I got a new b*tch for the summer
They wait for the bus and they throw me right under
My watch and baguettes, I don't know what's exactly the price
But it cost me way over a hundred
Bro had the drink, I had thought it was soda
I sipped it and felt like I was in a coma
I'm covered in water, I need me a floater
She suckin' my di*k and I don't even know her
All my guys right
You fight, I fight
I'm fly, you're fly
My guys, my guys
My guys, fight if I fight
Kill, stab, die, die
I tried too many times
I cried too many times

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
n*gga watch who you play with (Stop playin')
Before I catch a premeditated (Bah)
Got a lot of n*ggas dead and I still see they faces (Woo)
I'm a rap star, I could've been a mental patient
Hit you with the bag, you still ain't paid me (What?)
You must want a n*gga come and do you like a stranger
I ain't even trippin', money older than a pager
n*ggas see you shine and forget you really dangerous
They won't let you help 'em (They won't let you help 'em)
They gon' make you nail 'em (f*ck it, go'n kill him)
My n*gga got life, he call every day
I don't know what to tell him (I can't help my n*gga)
We gon' get more time than murder, they catch us with this sh*t we sellin' (We gotta be level)
Y'all went from high school to college
We went from babies to felons, n*gga (That's on my mama)
I done really survived everything these streets offered (Did all that sh*t)
I been through the mud, almost gave up
I done really survived everything these streets offered (Did all that sh*t)
I been caged up (Yeah), I done dodged them slugs (Yeah, ayy)

[Verse 3: YNW Melly]
I got a nine hour, I got a nine hour
I got a nine hour flight
I got a nine hour, I got a nine hour
I got a nine hour flight
Load up the K, load up the carbon
This sh*t is off the dome
D caught a body, Trell caught a body
My n*ggas ain't comin' home
I know that Lil Trell comin' home
But they give Lil D fifty years
His mama keep cryin' them tears (Start cryin' on me)
His mama keep cryin' them tears (Start cryin', ah)
It's a Draco in the back of the car
And the police here behind you
Better do what you do, better run, or skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Boy, you better run
Lil' Melly comin' for ya
And he strapped up with the gun
An anaconda in your circle, and you don't even know
They tryna snake ya, take your money, but they claim they your bro
And where was she when a young n*gga was so damn broke?
And where was she when a n*gga ain't have no hope? Huh
Dirty mattress (Yeah, slatt, slatt)
Man, these pus*y n*ggas actin' (Man, these pus*y n*ggas actin')
Ho, hell nah, ain't no lackin'
Big B's, double-oh-twenty, baby, what's brackin'?
f*ck boy get actin'
Pick him up like some motherf*ckin' laundry
n*gga play, hell nah, Armanis
These hoes gon' f*ck up our lease
Balenciagas, Saint Laurents
This b*tch wanna f*ck, she rollin' my blunts
I don't even smoke, you like to toke
We totin' the tommy gun, got free smoke for anyone

[Chorus: YNW Melly]
Nowadays, n*ggas change for the fame
n*ggas switch on the gang, then come and try to hang with us
He was just rich two years ago
Now the n*gga in the middle of the road on angel dust
We ain't had sh*t, we was on our di*k
And them hoes ain't even really wanna hang with us
n*ggas switch on some snake sh*t, fake sh*t
Hell nah, pus*y ass n*gga, that ain't what's up
n*gga f*ckin' with the crew, say he really with the sh*t
Hell nah, we a clique full of murderers
Don't trust my n*gga, my n*ggas really creep
They slime, and they will murder ya
n*gga sayin' that he body bagging, toe-tagging sh*t, f*ck n*gga
But we ain't ever heard of ya
You can keep all the stories to yourself, f*ck n*gga
You ain't on that sh*t, we never heard of ya (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
pus*y jit, we ain't heard of ya
f*ck n*gga, we ain't heard of ya
f*ck n*gga, we ain't heard of ya
Clique full of murderers
f*ck n*gga, we ain't heard of ya

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