HBS lyrics

by

Young Stoner Life


[Chorus]
YSL thing, YSL chain
YSL slang, I got YSL fame
I got dirty birds, Arthur Blank
I never heard of you, don't know your name
Hood baby sh*t (Woah, woah)
Hood baby sh*t (Woah, woah)
Hood baby sh*t (Woah, woah)
Hood baby sh*t (Woah, woah)
Hood baby sh*t (Woah, woah)
Hood baby sh*t (Woah, woah)
Hood baby sh*t (Woah, woah)
Hood baby sh*t (Woah, woah, woo)

[Verse]
If I bring that b*tch around, she do the whole crew
Thirty like Curry, yeah, we shootin' out the roof
Special-made jeans, designer shoes
Lil Gotit went and copped the Panemera roof
Laughin' at me, now I'm laughin' at you
Ice cream diamonds, go 'head, get a scoop
Yeah, I got rich but I didn't finish school
sh*t, I don't even know what to do
Where the weed man?
Pints of the red, f*ck Xans
Go catch my wave with your boot
Yeah, wave cap then
Hightop shoes, bad thots, ooh
Cashed out on her, cash on her boobs
[Chorus]
YSL thing, YSL chain
YSL slang, I got YSL fame
I got dirty birds, Arthur Blank
I never heard of you, don't know your name
Hood baby sh*t (Woah, woah)
Hood baby sh*t (Woah, woah)
Hood baby sh*t (Woah, woah)
Hood baby sh*t (Woah, woah)
Hood baby sh*t (Woah, woah)
Hood baby sh*t (Woah, woah)
Hood baby sh*t (Woah, woah)
Hood baby sh*t (Woah, woah)
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