[Verse]
My n*ggas got choppers, we shooters
We trappin’ them bricks then we move ‘em
The uzi it came with a coolant
My diamonds they look like a loogey
John Wic, he stay with the ruger
Try me, he bust your medulla
My n*gga we ballin’ like Buddha
Got to watch out for the snakes like Medusa
Young rich n*gga and you don’t want no problems
Stay with the strap, keep a nine, no Ibaka
Pull up with the tommy gun like I’m a mobster
Young rich nation full of killers and robbers
You think it’s a lick, flame you up like I’m Walker
Shooters in the bando, they got binoculars
Gold on my neck like I’m Silkk the Shocker
pus*y n*gga taking shots like it’s vodka
Extendo hanging out longer than a limo
Diamonds on me hitting harder than Kimbo
b*tch from California blow me like indo
Sixty four karat rollie like Nintendo
I really came from the block and the trap
Bust down the brick and I made me a cap
Mortal Kombat, beat a n*gga like Jack
Two-seater Rari, it came with no back
Porsche Panamera, it’s a hatchback
Look at my diamonds, it’s an ice attack
Look at your b*tch, she had a heart attack
I keep the racks in my pocket like quarterback
If you get a brick you can’t get your order back
Prescription my Versace lenses like cataracts
Hide the money and the work where the attic at
Bad b*tch, she gon’ hide the work where her panties at
Cut the tail off of that n*gga, he been a rat
My n*gga blowing money like a ceiling fan
Dippin’ her wrist in the water like fisherman
My migo he trapping the work out a minivan
Hundred round drum the bottom of the Glock
Tried to shoot that b*tch, it made my wrist lock
My n*ggas on the corner slangin’ Chris Rock
Trap n*gga still riding T-top’s
Run up my check just like Nike, no Reeboks
Your n*gga talk to the feds but no we not
My n*ggas we having stripes like Adidas
Giuseppe, walking on an animal, feline
I was gettin’ money before I was 12
I used to traffic the work through the mail
f*ck the DA, he wouldn’t give me no bail
Sat me in jail ‘cause a n*gga wouldn’t tell
[?] folders, only ride for my n*ggas
n*ggas sleepin’ on me like I’m a pillow
Shoot a n*gga, give him three, Reggie Miller
Young rich nation, YRN on my zipper
They stealing the dab and they act like they started it
We pull up and take it back, repo, no bargaining
Silencer on the Glock, it stop the arguments
I’m sending my soldiers to kill you, I’m sarg-ing it
Rich n*gga came up from trapping the bags
I used to be in the bando with racks
My n*ggas bangin’, we don’t need a flag
Pull out the AR, we don’t need the mag
I just finessed the plug and hit the dab
These n*ggas mad we rest and peaced to swag
I was a jugger, never did the rap
Young rich nation world, I crossed the map
[Outro]
You hating n*gga
Hating ass n*gga
We countin’ paper n*gga
YRN the f*cking label man
Mango Foo