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Lil Dude

"Young n*gga"

[Intro]
Gang gang, gang, gang, gang
Trapnanana, b*tch
Solo
Pull on the block on the solo (Skrrt)
Remember I used to rock Polo (Spizzle go crazy)
These b*tches some eaters (You dig?)

[Verse 1]
Used to be in the house as a young n*gga
Watching wrestling, I was watching Bautista, uh
Used to be in the house as a young n*gga
Didn't do my homework, I was a cheater (Haha, yeah)
But look, a young n*gga made it (I did)
But look, a young n*gga took it (I did)
Used to sell coke and I used to sell that hard
'Cause a young n*gga ain't really know how to cook it
You had work, we not gon' take it
Especially if you're out here and you're faking
I like my cake with the icing on the end, they gon' drape it (Luciano)
b*tch scream, "Wah gwan?" Yeah, she Jamaican (Wah gwan)
I f*ck with the hitters, I f*ck with the Haitians (Trapnanana)
Back to the block, n*gga, back to the basics
Pull up in free car, yeah, that my nation (Skrrt)
b*tch in the backseat, yeah, she a Blasian
Face shot cook him, damn, he a raisin
Ooh, he talking down, he on the pavement (Hah)
Double Back, let's see who out faking (Trapnanana)
We turn up them blickies, we call him a racist (Gang, gang)
White man in my pocket, I ain't racist (Gang)
But young n*gga still ain't f*ckin' with Trump (On God)
I slide on a Wednesday, b*tch, I don't hunt
She got a fat trunk, I'ma dunk on her buns
I mix it up and I do it real well (Haha)
A white b*tch keep talkin' 'bout, "That's swell"
You play with my name, I might do an L
These n*ggas funny, man, Keenan and Kel
These funny n*ggas, man, they Kevin Hart
Don't jump in that water if you not a shark
Quickdraw, I ain't talkin' 'bout throwing darts
Bullseye, hit an artery by his heart
Redeye, n*gga, I ain't talking games
Undertaker, b*tch, I'm sliding with Kane
Ooh, they tried to label me a menace
Ooh, I'm rocking labels, yeah, the Fendi
That sh*t y'all be talkin', that sh*t is a gimmick
That fake designer, boy, you should be ashamed
Talkin' sh*t get you turned to a stain
Drinking lean, sh*t tryna f*ck up my aim

[Verse 2]
Uh, you know, you know
You know, you know, you know
You know (Yeah, uh, hah)
You know (b*tch)
My n*gga gon' shoot like BlocBoy
Free Joe Bean 'cause we still up top, boy
You know, you know how we rock, boy
Bling bling, we let out a hot boy (b*tch)
Grraow, somebody got shot, boy
Big pop, fat pop havin' a nap, boy
Versace on me like I'm Uncle Elroy
Bob the Builder, come with hammers and nails, boy
That b*tch givin' head and she give that sh*t no more (Num, num)
Pop a Perc', she suck di*k 'til the di*k sore
Headfirst, n*gga, you know that we hot cord
Jump off the top row into the mob ties
Kush in my veins, I ain't talkin' 'bout white
Kush in the streets, my n*ggas did hard time
She off of that molly, you know that it's slob time
Yeah, she eating me good, you get it?
She eating the di*k like a picnic
Get in that pus*y and then do the stick shift (I do it real good)
Woo, woo, I'm hot as a b*tch in this b*tch
Off the Perc' and I'm hittin' it (Trapnanana)

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