[Intro: YRN Lingo]
Yeah
Yeah
Skrt skrt
Yeah, yeah
Lingo

[Chorus: YRN Lingo]
I swear I can't take an L (I can't)
I swear I can't take an L (I can't)
I swear I can't take an L (I can't)
I swear I can't take an L

[Verse 1: YRN Lingo]
N***as always wanna know, 'cause n***as always got a plot
The block gonna always stay hot, my n***as run up in your spot
Fifty hundred gotta split it with him
If he talkin' that vest then I gotta hit him
Crash him up just like a fender bender
I gotta run my check up, I cannot forget him
Pinpoint the money like a Google map
You cuffin' these bitches, I know you a sap
I cannot take an L from you n***as
The chopper gon' bring the hell for you n***as
Twenty-six on a thirty-four seagull
Pocket rocket in my lap when I'm in the Beamer
Talkin' that mess, I'ma have to see you
You sayin' this but you not about it
Shoot a n***a like I'm Steve Kerr
Money disappear in a blur
Hold up n***a, what you serve?
Diamonds so wet you can surf
Migo Gang, this is our turf
Swervin' in the Lamborghini, man I cannot stop
I'm not gonna stop 'til I get to the top
Me and my brothers we never gon' flop

[Verse 2: Migo Domingo]
Domingo!
I swear I can't take an L
My n***as want foes, they sit down in jail
Your n***as gon' tell
My n***as too real, my n***as gon' kill
You informing twelve
I'm getting the money, I'm stackin' and flippin' it
I'm chasing the wealth
I came way too far and I won't stop now
I can't take a loss
I did my dirt and I paid my dues
Now Domingo the boss
We ball like the Hawks
LeBron with the blocks
Came from dope in my socks
Now I pull up in drops
R.I.P to Mike
Damn, R.I.P to Pistol
That's an L so I gotta get with you
Can't let it rock, young n***a got an issue
Leave a n***a froze, ice cold like an igloo
Wet a n***a up, leave him stank like mildew
Put a red dot on his head like a Hindu
I don't do the talkin', let me show you what the stick do
This n***a such a ho
Let him diss somethin' 'til it spark, hell nah I can't go
At less than twenty-four, n***a I was on the Nawf
You ain't really want it so I brought it to your door
Run into the n***a, coulda swore he saw a ghost
This a big game, n***a put me in the post
When I go to war n***as say I do the most
Almost got shot, key word almost (thank god)
Gotta get the money, gotta get the hundreds
Gotta get the riches
Gotta run it up, make it to the top
My whole team winnin'
First it's the flow, then it's the dab (what else?)
This the beginning
Same young n***as came from nothing
Got the whole world trending
[Verse 3: Mango Foo]
I'm pourin' up lean and it's killing my kidneys
I was locked up, had to do a little sentence
You gotta check in when you come in my city
Migo the family, we worth a ticket
I am no Meek but I'm tryna get millies
I'm chasing the cheese and the cake up in Philly
Hit the lick then we skrt off in the Fisker
I took an L so R.I.P to Pistol
My mama say keep prayin', the lord is forgiving
I told her that I'ma be home in a minute
Still walking with two guns on me like I'm Billy
I'm talking to god but I don't think he hear me
Meeting with the plug, pull up in the vert
Rollin' L's of the backwood, me and Murk
Death before designer 'til I'm in the hearse
I lost my cat to the chopper and it hurt
You n***as on the outside looking in
How many L's you gotta take to win?
Keep your enemy close so n***a fuck a friend
Free Kobe, he gotta do five out the ten
I used to ride bikes, now I pull up in foreigns
Still got the chopper, it blow you like horns
These n***as faker than a unicorn
Moving slow on the lean and I'm still pourin'
The percocet calming my nerves
I'm still on the curb so shout out to JerZ
Atlanta Falcons 'cause I play with them birds
Water diamonds and they bluer than Smurf
Run out of work and re-up on the first
He think I'm a lick, better warn him like Kurt
Moving slow on the lean but I'm still on alert
Better watch how you move when you come on my turf
[Chorus: YRN Lingo]
I swear I can't take an L
I swear I can't take an L
I swear I can't take an L
I swear I can't take an L