Way Mo Young lyrics

[Intro]
Hey man, you already know what time it is
Hey man, it's your boy Lil B
Hey man, we do this, you feel me?
Ultimate b*tch mixtape
Shout out to Westside, Bay Area all day
You know this rap sh*t, really man, I do this
Hey man shout out to the b*tches

[Verse]
n*ggas stole my swag, it's kind of cool but
Man, you got problems
[?] and I'm sliding no problem
n*ggas stole my swag, they think I'm high
n*gga I think I got options
Flexing on these b*tches, I'ma cash out and box em
Flexing swag, reppin' Berkley
Repping Richmond, reppin' Oakland
Repping Frisco
n*ggas see me, I'm legit
f*ck these b*tches, I got new b*tches
Self made 20 grand show, self made
Made n*ggas know I'm Lil B
I still got 100 b*tches
20 grand show, unsigned
f*ck the world man, it's all mine
50 grand show, that's nothing to me
b*tch, I'm in New Orleans
What's up, I stay on point like a target
Come shop with me like I'm Target
Glock 40 on you, you can be my target
I told you boy, I'm not just an artist
Coming up, b*tch regardless
My birthday, we doing numbers regardless
Just tryna f*ck these b*tches
Feel me, feel me
These n*ggas so mad, I had to f*ck their b*tches
But that's cool with me, y'all can live y'all life
20 more after tonight
20 more man after I'm right
Feel me, It's alright
[Outro]
Cause I'm young, I'm way more young
I'm young, I'm way more young
I'm young, I'm way more young
I'm young, b*tch I'm way more young