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Young Stoner Life


[Chorus]
Went straight to the top like a fitted (Top)
Still got some act in the fridge (Act)
Pour up let's count up these riches (Pour it, pour it)
Still flying bags through the city
I told you that foreign wasn't rented
I can't f*ck on no boring b*tches (No boring b*tches)
Young Gunna was born to get it

[Verse 1]
I gotta keep going in
Walk in that flame make it storm again
When I see this b*tch she pick up a ten
I f*cked on her now I wanna f*ck her friend
I'm popping that sh*t from above the rim
My drip with my crew and we love to spend (We love it)
Saint Laurent, Dior, Chanel again
Scrap on that left with a FN
Oh yeah, these Maison Margiela vanilla
G5 we don't fly propeller (Nah)
My coupe filled with paraphernalia (Yeah)
My lil' brother keep a Beretta
Seem like they got a vendetta (Yeah)
Pull up with with them sticks in the shuttle
Put my momma in that new Gucci sweater
They hate to see I'm doing better
[Chorus]
Went straight to the top like a fitted (Top)
Still got some act in the fridge (Act)
Pour up let's count up these riches (Pour it, pour it)
Still flying bags through the city
I told you that foreign wasn't rented
I can't f*ck on no boring b*tches (No boring b*tches)
Young Gunna was born to get it

[Verse 2]
Tell my lil' bro don't panic
Everyday we gon' ride with that static
Them big blue faces I gotta have it
I got carrots but I don't see no rabbit
I f*cked that lil' pus*y and vanished
She say that Young Gunna a savage
Still had racks when I walked outta Magic
Hit that nat then I pulled in the palace
Yea the South turned the kid to a legend (I swear)
And I can't forget it (Nah)
Rags to riches
Put that sh*t on in Givenchy
I shot it the last minute (Last)
What you thought a n*gga wasn't with it?
I parallel park hop out dripping
Got drank in my cup I keep sipping
And my fire gon' come with extension
[Chorus]
Went straight to the top like a fitted (Top)
Still got some act in the fridge (Act)
Pour up let's count up these riches (Pour it, pour it)
Still flying bags through the city
I told you that foreign wasn't rented
I can't f*ck on no boring b*tches (No boring b*tches)
Young Gunna was born to get it
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