Y.N.M (Young n*gga Movement) lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, Yeah, Aw man
YOUNG n*ggA MOVEMENT

[Verse 1: Casey Veggies and Niko G4]

[Casey Veggies]
Brand new prada shoes with the Louis belt
Used to rock the Stussy tee, now im in that PNC
Free that n*gga Boosie B and keep around like 2 or 3
Darcey was too old for me, now she rollin' with Young CV

[Niko G4]
G4, that Prada sign, what we on
Maison Martin Margiela the kinda sh*t my b*tch on
We so young But too grown
My temper short, My money long
Up in Vegas with a bad white b*tch, Celine Dion

[Casey Veggies]
I go hard, no flaws
Young LA n*gga with a lot of heart
Im coming in with them backshots
Girl I beat that sh*t up from the start
No games, im getting paid
Them boys gassed up off propane
Passed it to the Brohams, and told my n*ggas go ham
[Niko G4]
Go ham I kill this sh*t, Bet all these hoes feeling it
Veggies and that n*gga G4, oh that sh*t is too legit
Five stacks spent for the Gucci
Seven spent up in Louis
Add that up, now im leaving home with your groupies
You n*ggas weak, f*cked your b*tch, only took a week
Back shots till a n*gga skeet
She know she just my lil freak
Private planes and gold rangs
Young ass n*gga doing boss thangs
Fly down to my shoe strings, she suck me with that tounge ring

[Hook: Casey and Niko]
One hand up on the ass, One hand up on the cash
Young n*ggas we move fast, Yo b*tch she chose too fast
Pick her up, take her down, got the weed I break it down
I told Ya'll im so raw, I done hit no post call
Im grindin and im stylin, grindin and im stylin
Boy im grindin' and im stylin', gr-grindin' and im stylin'
Boy im grindin' and im stylin', grindin' and im stylin'
Boy im grindin' and im stylin', gr-grindin' and im stylin' n*gga

[Verse 2: Casey Veggies]
PNCINTL
Throw me something, just like you owe me something
Sometimes think to myself, like girl you crazy you know you frontin'!
Whole fit cost 2 stacks, Polo to my tube socks
My last album was too hot, yo girl like it dont be shocked
When im in her home, getting dome
By the time you get there im switching zones
Outta here probably on the phone
She told me she want it for long?
You handcuff, and I release, my closet is BC
She eat me, I eat beats, like Ripley's you ain't gotta believe
Young Veggies gon make it happen, yall n*ggas just be rappin'
My n*ggas be toe taggin', killin these hoes with the swaggin'
Got it, we poppin', she gon drop it, no problem
Im young and im wild and, im getting these dollas, Got
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rocket Da Goon]
G double O N, Young Goon n*gga need no friends
When I come through Gucci on the lens
Louis on the buckle, just hit a lick got the cash in the duffle
With the black on black n*ggas know how I be
Stacks on stacks n*gga rollin up a beam? (ROLLLINN)
Red bottoms on I just made a scene
Goon squad Boss Gang yeah thats my team
Dollar sign dollar sign thats all I see
Smokin on loud, never turning down
My flow too wet, and im surfing the crowd
Your b*tch on my di*k and I bust in her mouth
My b*tch on my di*k and im bussin her down
Serving this work while im ridin round town
My n*gga rockin Nudies, im rockin Republic
Smokin on gas and we blow it in public
Pants saggin' n*gga, yeah f*ck it we thuggin'
Young n*gga Movement we gettin to the money
SQUAD! Rest in Peace Slim Dunkin
Even with a problem my goons start bustin'
Polo everywhere like a n*gga play rugby
Flexin' on these n*ggas like it ain't even nothin'
Poppin' all these bottles and we ain't even clubbin'
Rocket be da name b*tch your b*tch wanna f*ck me.. GOON
[Outo: Niko G4]
G4 n*gga
What it is n*ggas
Roll with the winners n*gga
Its that motherf*cka, I probably f*cked yo b*tch n*gga
Gold rangs, Gold chains
Me and Young Veggies, Young Rocket
We out here doin the damn thang n*ggas
Its a Young n*gga Movement
Get used to it b*tch