YRN lyrics

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Kyyngg


[Hook]

Young rich n*ggaaaaaa (aye)
Young n*gga been getting paper
Young n*gga been pushing labor
Stacking money tall as elevators
Young rich n*ggaaaaa (aye)
Young n*gga got it on his own
Young n*gga money hella long
I swear to god I need two phones
Young rich n*ggaaaaaa


[Sleepo Verse 1]

My n*gga smoking some and it’s fruity
Straight gas all my n*ggas booling
Young rich n*gga but I’m ruthless
Shawty gave me looks she wanna do me
Hell nahh ion want your cooties
I keep my dog with me like Scooby
Scurt off I’m feeling like Cooley
Imma super star like a movie
All my n*ggas got that loud pack
So strong you gone need a gas mask
Young n*gga been getting racks
Young n*gga been counting stacks
Ion f*ck with n*ggas, most rats
Creole b*tch with a dumb ass
She gone bust it open for the snapchat
I told the b*tch follow, I’ll follow back
I said it I meant it I did it I done it
I swear I'm 1000 you claiming one hundred
You n*ggas be talking like y'all get money
I swear I be laughing I find that sh*t funny
Most of you n*ggas still living with momma
I jumped off the porch since ii was a younging
I never feared no one and never caught running
I don't want the fame I just rather count commas

[Hook]

Young rich n*ggaaaaaa (aye)
Young n*gga been getting paper
Young n*gga been pushing labor
Stacking money tall as elevators
Young rich n*ggaaaaa (aye)
Young n*gga got it on his own
Young n*gga money hella long
I swear to god I need two phones
Young rich n*ggaaaaaa


[KYYNGG Verse]

n*gga come tripping, 30 get to hating f*ck no ian missing
All these little n*ggas b*tches pus*y boy pay attention ah yeah
f*ck your b*tch now come and get her uhh yeah
All these little n*ggas front swear to god
Mane my lil n*gga P keep banging hard
b*tches smoking on this cut throat
Living life like a moving f*cking photo
Had to do this sh*t for promo
Why these lil n*ggas keep acting like some homos
They aesthetic like some more joe
If you bring yo b*tch around we gone f*ck her we kinda cut throat
Yeah, ion know
15 for a half of play dough
Little n*gga come tripping we light em up
Like it’s no f*cking dissing we light em up
Smoking on piffy we high off the weed
Get beat the f*ck up if you play with the king
They watching the game but we not on TV
It was me and Sleepo and we put her to sleep

[Hook]

Young rich n*ggaaaaaa (aye)
Young n*gga been getting paper
Young n*gga been pushing labor
Stacking money tall as elevators
Young rich n*ggaaaaa (aye)
Young n*gga got it on his own
Young n*gga money hella long
I swear to god I need two phones
Young rich n*ggaaaaaa


[Sleepo Verse 2]

Extended clips but we ain’t shooting movies
Bouta blend a n*gga up like smoothie
Bad b*tch and her pus*y smelling fruity
Billy Cosby so we all getting roofied
Dime piece but gotta small booty
Wild out I'm koolin with my foolies
Bouta take a n*gga money like a bully
Play pus*y make a n*gga up the tooly
Swear to god I'm on a whole notha level
Keep a smith && western laying on the dresser
Red beam on the front of that suppressor
If a n*gga sneeze clik clak a n*gga bless ya
100 mill b*tch I'm tryna fill a vault
Throw it in the bag ion care how much it cost
f*ck a note b*tch I'm tryna cash it out
Yung Rich n*gga leaning and I'm dripping sauce
I said it I meant it I did it I done it
I been getting racks while yu stunting with hundreds
You n*ggas be acting like y'all get money
I swear y'all some actors I find that sh*t funny
A lot of you n*ggas still bumming off momma
I hang with them hitters convicted as youngings
I promise my n*ggas I’ll blow in abundance
My duffle bag Louie and that counter run hundreds

[Hook]

Young rich n*ggaaaaaa (aye)
Young n*gga been getting paper
Young n*gga been pushing labor
Stacking money tall as elevators
Young rich n*ggaaaaaa (aye)
Young n*gga got it on his own
Young n*gga money hella long
I swear to god I need two phones
Young rich n*ggaaaaaa
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