Youngin Freestyle

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This bitch grindin' on my pants, these a hunnid dollar 'miris
She think that she the one but she a season in my series
Yeah I told him I got motion, didn't think that I was serious
Till I popped out with that red foreign lookin' like a cherry
Never been in the system but it's still f*ck the jury
My niggas'll turn you to a ghost then we callin' Bill Murray
Steppin' on the S550, wasn't even in a hurry
Yeah, we hotboxed the whip, step out, my vision blurry

Gatekeepin' all my brands so we ain't steppin' in the same shit
Niggas tryna come in my life like, stay out my frame bitch
Chillin' in my room, tryna stay out the way, bitch
She speak English, I speak money, now we mixed up in our language
Feelin' too official, might start eatin' at a banquet
Might make my first check, won't cash it, Ima frame it
A nigga only rappin' ain't claimin' to be a gangster
I'm only makin' money, they takin' me for a prankster

Top floor shit, y'all niggas waitin' in the lobby
They tryna hate on a nigga for makin' money off a hobby
Skinny-ass nigga with green eyes, no Dobby
Same hoe you was cryin' over, is the same hoe givin' me sloppy
I ran that money up and now these niggas tryna top me
Yeah, a nigga too good, so if I do bad, she won't block me
These ratchet-ass hoes, group of friends, poppin' roxy
So if they out the next day, you won't need an autopsy
Pullin' hoes up off the bench and now a nigga feelin' godly
Yeah, she puttin' on the ELF and now her lips be lookin' glossy
Yeah I find out who to trust, but still got scars up in my back
Trey gettin' money 'til my vision fade to black

007 how she spyin' on my page
I be in class, ridin' lyrics, gave a f*ck about a grade
Niggas see me gettin' famous then they really wanna glaze
See me gettin' all this money, then they fillin' up with rage
I'm a youngin' for life, don't ever tell me I act my age
I want the Maybach black with the seats bein' beige
Yeah, Ima dabble in rap because a nigga feelin' curious
And when I'm up on the stage, got the crowd movin' delirious

This bitch grindin' on my pants, these a hunnid dollar 'miris
She think that she the one, but she a season in my series
Yeah, I told them I got motion, didn't think that I was serious
So I popped out with that red foreign lookin' like a chair
Never been in the system, but it's still f*ck the jury
My niggas turn you to a ghost, then we callin' Bill Murray
Steppin' on the S550 wasn't even in the hurry
Yeah, we hotbox the whip, step out, my vision blurry

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Written by: Trevon Jones

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