YRN (feat. Quazi)

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Yeah
Young rich nigga, young lit nigga
You a broke nigga, bitch nigga
They was doubting on the kid
And now my name only gets bigger
Couple milli in the bank
That's why all them niggas big bitter
Y'all niggas do anything for the clout
You ain't really with the shit nigga
Boy I could hit up yo bitch
And tell her come f*ck with a big tipper
Got the blicky in my pocket
Don't make me pull out the wig splitter
Tell them hating niggas stop it
Jewelry on me, I'm a big dripper
I ain't got no competition
My only threat it the man in the mirror

50 Bandz, 100 bandz
Get a bag, Get a bag
Young nigga getting money
Broke nigga's still mad
If you wanna feature the kid
Then you gotta send me the bag
As soon as I hop out the stu
Imma go hop I'm the lamb
4pf, word to lil baby
They know a nigga go crazy
Popping like crack in the 80s
And can't nobody say they made me

Young nigga getting rich
I might go f*ck on your bitch
And my niggas ready to ride
So don't even f*ck with the kid

Don't even f*ck with the kid
My niggas come knock off your lid
If you want the smoke then it's up
My nigga it is what is is

Aye, look
I heard they looking for Quazi
They know not to try me
They Know where to find me at
Last nigga looking for Quazi
They trynna probably, find where his body at
If it ain't bout the posse, you out of pocket
I don't do lollygag
Only time for big checks, no chit-chat
And I don't even carry cash

Word to my mother
Give me a beat, if it's mine, imma touch it
Say you want smoke
Then why is you running
I find him, I catch him
We spit him, and gut I'm
Just like a game or a russian
Ain't about money
I promise it ain't a discussion
I swear we came up from nothing
I hear him quaking
So, we aim, he ducking

I'm in my bag
I do not care what these niggas or hoes think
You do the math
Multiply the numbers, that's how you add bank
I don't gotta ask
You see me in public, I bet your nose bleed
I know you mad
You getting bodied by a light skin with a nose ring

I'm bout to ged mad, mad
The gun in my backpack
So you better back, back
I'm dressed in all black
My niggas, they wit it
A nigga pull up in black masks
A different breed
You know I snap when I rap fast
You cap, that's bad
You cap, with no cash
Cat in the hat rapping
Your rap is half bad
Incredible nigga, so you would think that I'm dash
In four flat, the way I'm running these tracks

You know that we get it
It come to the money
we run up them bandz
Like fifties and hunnids
You play with my bread, you're six feet under
We spinning yo block in an all-black hummer
So you better watch your kids, your girl, and your mother
Feeling like tony, so hand me the burnner
And say hello to my little friend
I can send some niggas [to] come and do you in

I can send some niggas [to] blow your head off
You was talking big
What you scared for
Like biggie said, niggas dead wrong
They identify you by your headstone
They identify you by your dental records
Niggas want the smoke then we applying pressure
Fifty rounds in the fucking clip
And we unload them all if you ain't get the message

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