[Intro: Yung Bruh & Surf Mane]
Woah, woah
Yung Bruh, Yung Bruh
This that positive shit, you feel me?
We still thuggin' though (Woah, woah)
Shouts out my n***a Yung Bruh, you feel me? (Woah, woah, Yung Bruh, yeah)
We gon' do it like this, you feel me? (Woah, woah)
Still swervin' in the motherfuckin', import, you feel me? (Woah, woah)
Grrah

[Verse 1: Surf Mane]
Smoking laced blunts with my main bitch
She say her pussy wet, now I can't focus
Smoking laced blunts with my main bitch
Watch the pussy shine with 24 carat clit
Two different pills, I can't focus
Got a bitch pulled up, all black Ford Focus (Skrr)
She mad at me 'cause I'm still juggin' Motorola's
Took her to my spot and I said "Bitch, keep focus"
Why you give me face? Ancient jewels on my hoe, she look great
I'm just, a young thug but I still snatch yo' chain (Positive)
Back to work real quick stash that shit all in my bitch, on tits
I love that high that the motherfuckin' herb give
Smoking hella dope
Up under the bridge bitch
Purple lean [?]
Smoking doja bitch
Ripped Vans, ripped jeans, look just like my bitch (I do)
Tie dye choppa that's that LSD thug shit (Skoo)
Shoe string belt
I'on do the Gucci, Louis shit
Young Thraxx n***a
And I'm coming for the thug hoes
Yeah I love them thug hoes (Thug hoes)
Keep that pussy wet
[?] got a bitch and she love to suck some dick (Skoo)
Xan blunt eyes bloody I can't focus shit
I'm just tryna fuck shawty
I can't focus
Rich hoe shit
Snort that line up yo' fucking nose
Tell me if you focus
[Verse 2: Yung Bruh]
Aye
Girl (Woah, woah)
I know you know my name (Woah, woah)
I'm Yung Bruh (Woah, woah)
I'm coming off the brain (Off the brain)
That all-white Samsung twerkin' drugs (Aye, aye, aye, aye)
N***a, I'm the plug (Squad)
Make yo' bitch fall in love (Woah, woah, woah)
I'm depressed in my hood smoking blunts (Aye, man, fuck 12)
I stay in the cut 'cause 12 on my nuts (Grrah, grrah)
Light-green nugs with that all-white bitch (White bitch)
If you see me with her, bet that she a goth chick (Woah, woah, 2002, woah, woah)
What's up?
Bitch, I'm Yung Bruh (I'm Yung Bruh)
Thrift shop princess, trippin' acid in the sun (Grrah, grrah)
I'm hella young
Doing what I want (What I want)
Playing Tekken Tag, servin' fiends off my phone (Woah, woah)
Bitch fucked my n***a then she tryna fuck on Yung Bruh (Hell nah, bitch, fuck up)
Bitch, hell nah, matter fact come suck me up (Aye, aye, aye, come- come suck me up)
I might be trippin' or I might be smokin' on a blunt (Probably trippin')
Imma smoke kush till Yung Bruh don't have lungs

[Verse 3: Yung Bruh]
I don't give a fuck about these n***as
They fucking lame, man, I don't need no trigger (Let's get it)
I pull that sword (Grrah)
Make that n***a run quicker (Mhm, fuck)
You a bitch, boy, you can't handle yo' liquor (Goddam, swag)
Man, this straight off the head, this that freestyle (This that uh, laced freestyle)
Man, I'm trippin' LSD, so I'm me now
I'm Yung Bruh, man, I'm not in the streets now (Grrah, grrah)
I'm in my crib tryna make it to England
What's up?