Explosion (feat. FN DaDealer & Yak Gotti) - Young Stoner Life, Young Thug & Gunna

Girl, you want a, uh, um, uh You want a maniac? Wunna flow, Wunna flow Wunna flow, Wunna flow Wunna flow, Wunna flow Wunna flow, Wunna flow Benz galore, Bentley store (Bentley Store) I just went bought her some his and hers Hop out this shit and hop in a Coupe 'Ventador ridin', doors down Jump out that bitch and I raise the roof Niggas be cappin', they rat in they raps I'm Yak Gotti, Slatt Gotti, got the proof Big black Drac', I call that hypnotic Don't know what's in my pocket, I got them blues Talk what you talkin', boy, that ain't you Ride with some weenies, you gettin' used Birthday cake, see me, I got the juice Live Maybach black so my life ain't a movie If we ridin' two deep, both of us shoot 'em Take him for the ride, he gettin' scooped Don't be surprised when I finish you Yo' career is over, boy, you finished, dude Sent a thousand on shots, they extended, fool Wunna flow, Wunna flow Wunna flow, Wunna flow Gotta go, delete your bitch ass like "Adiós" YSL, nigga, I'm like the Pope Spin your hot block, go and stop He thought we done, yeah, we stopped and go No back and forth, watch and goin' forth Wunna flow, Wunna flow Wunna flow, Wunna flow Wunna flow, Wunna flow Wunna flow, Wunna flow I'm a big stepper like dinosaur Eat all the prey like a carnivore We go and pray to Lord Jesus Lord Don't make me pull your cord Spent two hunna racks for the bulletproof (Two hunna) That bitch is so nasty, she like Betty Boo (Nasty) I hit from the back, had the pussy loose (Ooh) I'm fingerin' this hoe and her toes down I fucked her with stamina, watch some motherfuckin' animals We done broke out the zoo (Out the zoo) Board the jet, I'm 'bout to change up altitude (High) Sip a four of codeine, now a apple juice (Mud) Your lil' boy that's why call you the capper crew (Cap) Put it on, might teach you a thing or two (Lil' thing or two) Trap for fun, fuck all in this avenue (Yeah) Young GunWun' and Yak Gotti stackin' loose (Yak Gotti) Wunna flow, Wunna flow My bitches like Ubers, they come and go (Come and go) A young dripper, rulin' the fashion show (Fashion show) F.N. 'bout to wrap in the cardio Wunna flow, Wunna flow Uh, no kids, but your bitch call me "Daddy-O" (Dad) Used to sit back and trap on the patio (Yeah) Now we travel the world, fuck the baddest hoes I can't function, was geeked off a Xanny dose No discussion, we bustin' your cantaloupe They be lustin' and lovin' with a camel toe I had nothin' then came up off of Wunna flow (Wunna flow) Wunna flow, Wunna flow Wunna flow, Wunna flow Gotta go, delete your bitch ass like "Adiós" YSL, nigga, I'm like the Pope Spin your hot block, go and stop He thought we done, yeah, we stopped and go No back and forth, watch, you goin' forth Wunna flow, Wunna flow Wunna flow, Wunna flow Wunna flow, Wunna flow Wunna flow, Wunna flow I'm a big stepper like dinosaur Eat all the prey like a carnivore We go and pray to Lord Jesus Lord Don't make me pull your cord

A young nigga's life is a dream We ain't lettin' no hoes get between Way my diamonds speak, they say "bling" Yellow diamonds, no crime scene This that rich shit, I eat fish and grits Catch me boolin' with my dogs, just like Michael Vick I don't give no damn if they throw it off, I won't fuckin' miss Bitch I'm so up, no Sleepy Brown, we ain't talk to him 'bout shit Ya dig? I want you to talk to the hand while I talk to bands I might go on and stop playin' and take over the land My money long as school buses, ain't talkin' no Xans Sit still, I'm cool coming Pull up and then spray it 50 dub, know I'm sayin'? 100s, blessin' my fans On the Blood I'm not fast Fuck the beach I got sand PS3, I'm not playin' Go gentle on my lil' man She wanna stay where I'm stayin' I'm booted up, I could land My car is fast, I should drag Versace white, Ku Klux Klan Don't care if he's Crip, he still fam 'Nolia, bitch, I am But when I do I might need help up And I wanna be like Mike and I ain't talkin' Phelps, bruh A young nigga's life is a dream We ain't lettin' no hoes get between Way my diamonds speak, they say "bling" Yellow diamonds, no crime scene This that rich shit, I eat fish and grits Catch me boolin' with my dogs, just like Michael Vick I don't give no damn if they throw it off, I won't fuckin' miss Bitch I'm so up, no Sleepy Brown, we ain't talk to him 'bout shit Ya dig? Hey how you doin'? I'm Yak Gotti, I got bodies on bodies I'm with Thugger, that's my woadie, yeah my ride, that's my compadre And we solid, oh so solid, if I get caught I won't say nothin' YSL, we be mobbin', I'm forreal, this be knockin' Trigger, boy I got you, Rico, boy I got you I'm livin' out my dreams, broke is not an option Yeah I'm livin' out my dreams, broke is not an option A young nigga's life is a dream We ain't lettin' no hoes get between Way my diamonds speak, they say "bling" Yellow diamonds, no crime scene This that rich shit, I eat fish and grits Catch me boolin' with my dogs, just like Michael Vick I don't give no damn if they throw it off, I won't fuckin' miss Bitch I'm so up, no Sleepy Brown, we ain't talk to him 'bout shit Ya dig?

Talk to 'em! (Woo) I don't even know the bitch (know nothin') These niggas talkin' 'bout about the bankroll, ain't even show the shit, oh (show nothin') Ridin' with a heater, my fuckin' world is cold and shit (cold) Y'all niggas just be pillow talkin' to these hoes, you breaking the code and shit I'm just gettin' older (older) and wiser (wiser) Rollin' with the Airforce on tires (skrr, skrr) And I'm just rollin', rollin', rollin' She gon' keep it on the low like Otis We ain't tryna get her noticed We fuckin' on the low now (low now) Rockin' all these shows (shows, oh) Trap house get them lows out (lows out) Too high geeked, I dozed off I'm thе one that they chose now (chosе now) Everything I post, goes now (goes now) I'm stackin' it up for that rose now (rose now) We takin' chances, don't need no advance (need no advance) Daddy went and died, had pounds in the pantry (pounds in the pantry) I need a blunt, had a bitch with no panties (bitch with no panties) She hid the clip, boy, as soon as I'm landing (soon as I'm landing) Talkin' 'bout me but they ain't know my style (my style) Came from the bottom like what is the while? I really don't give a fuck where he from (he from) You told him, "Stick with them drums" Baby girl, you know you nice (know you nice) Came out the slum and I earned all my stripes (earned all my stripes) What I'm tryin' say is that we fuckin' tonight (fuckin' tonight) Niggas be hatin', they can't live my life (can't live my life) I been too bad, I might make her my wife (make her my wife) He in all black like a thief in the night (thief in the night) Everyday with me, she wantin' to pipe (wantin' to pipe) She say I hit it, that bitch was a lie Talk to 'em! (Woo) I don't even know the bitch (know nothin') These niggas talkin' 'bout about the bankroll, ain't even show the shit, oh (show nothin') Ridin' with a heater, my fuckin' world is cold and shit (cold) Y'all niggas just be pillow talkin' to these hoes, you breaking the code and shit I'm just gettin' older (older) and wiser (wiser) Rollin' with the Airforce on tires (skrr, skrr) And I'm just rollin', rollin', rollin' She gon' keep it on the low like Otis We ain't tryna get her noticed Put it down, baby, dance on the D, yeah (yeah) Need a bih 'bout it, yeah, this the V-12 Say your ex is a lame and he tryna keep up in the club and he fucked up in real Put my heart on my sleeve when I vibe with you (vibe) Glasses on, only eyes for you (the eyes) Buy you Prada 'cause I'm proud of you (proud) Put my pride to the side for you Be aggressive when I'm inside of you Na-na, we ain't takin' no L's (na-na) In Atlanta, we matchin' Chanel Double drank for this cash in the bail Give you my heart but I cannot chill Give you my heart but I cannot chill I got issues and I know it, baby Know I'm the future, feel like Rocky and you know it, baby 'Cause she know me and Duke, we was in the booth, red light, I'm elevated Watch how you pour my cup, lately I been goin' through things Talk to 'em! (Woo, yeah) I don't even know the bitch (I don't even know nothin') These niggas talkin' 'bout about the bankroll, ain't even show the shit, oh (show nothin') Ridin' with a heater, my fuckin' world is cold and shit (cold) Y'all niggas just be pillow talkin' to these hoes, you breaking the code and shit I'm just gettin' older (older) and wiser (wiser) Rollin' with the Airforce on tires (skrr, skrr) And I'm just rollin', rollin', rollin' She gon' keep it on the low like Otis We ain't tryna get her noticed

Hype Beatz ODin' off blessings but still attract all these enemies Say they gang, they cap, don't know you, bitch, you ain't no kin to me All these niggas frauds, these bitches too, act like they frenemies Say, how one day you solid, the next day switchin' up energy? I don't talk too much, know a few niggas who would sin for me He talk, his block hit up, now all they got of him is memories Foenem gon' slide for us, don't do no talk, no cares for sympathy I know that I'm sinnin', don't give a fuck you think I'm trippin' Nigga, I'm the one who done it Lord, have mercy Fuck a opp, we hit his block, a nigga talk, then we gon' spin it No, I can't love you (The love that pulls you) They want smoke but duck the Glock When that shit pop, believe I'm flippin' All this pain, look what you're doing to me I'm stuck in this illusion, having lucid dreams I started, can't restart, I don't know who I'll be Them feelings can't make much You blind but I can see, I can see, woah-woah He love the Glock, I send three shots then comprehend in slow-mo They say you opp but don't know shit When you speak 'bout shit they don't know Like broken cigarettes, comin' clouds out the [?] like boom, boom You at the scene, have to forget, the only way to move on Please do so They talk like they know who I am but I know you don't They speakin' with me as somethin' like a psycho, you know Continuous, it's fucking up my mind, dude (My mind, dude) Betrayed by whom I love, that's why I feel empty They fraud and it shows, I move on although tricked me A fool, yeah, I know, fool of love and it's sickenin' It's true, yeah, I know, I'm the one who they wishin' Look, I know my time comin' And I know I'll go, not normal to them I'm a psycho, not normal to them I'm a psycho (A psycho) Lord, have mercy Fuck a opp, we hit his block, a nigga talk, then we gon' spin it No, I can't love you (The love that pulls you) They want smoke but duck the Glock When that shit pop, believe I'm flippin' All this pain, look what you're doing to me I'm stuck in this illusion, having lucid dreams I started, can't restart, I don't know who I'll be Them feelings can't make much You blind but I can see, I can see, woah-woah

Wavy-N (Wavemakers) I got your lil' shade, kitch I sneeze, achoo, kitch F- it, I'm goin reckless I pop a lil' P- for breakfast I'm killin' these n-, I'll pay for the funeral For a couple million, I was just chillin' (I was just chillin') I'm in some tints (tints), running a b- Straight off the porch, I'm in a Porsche (skrrt) Get off on Cleveland Oops, I mean Bleveland (got it) Okay, they see the steel (slatt) Diamonds on me for real 100K, Unfoonk done beat the appeal Screaming, "Free Poker", real n- are rare Reppin' that YSL s- to the death Coppin' that Christian Dior you can't wear I got the Gucci with diamonds on it (diamonds on it) I got the Rollie with plain baguettes (plain baguettes) I'm humble as f- Don't play with me cah when it's up, it's stuck I thought I heard a broke n- that lootin' and stealin' that said somethin' Catch 'em in traffic and put 'em down bad for a little bit of breadcrumb I know a f- n- with some hood tendencies, damn, must have said somethin' I got your lil' shade, kitch I sneeze, achoo, kitch F- it, I'm goin reckless I pop a lil' P- for breakfast I'm killin' these n-, I'll pay for the funeral For a couple million, I was just chillin' (I was just chillin') I'm in some tints (tints), running a b- Straight off the porch, I'm in a Porsche (skrrt) Get off on Cleveland Oops, I mean Bleveland (got it)

(Wheezy outta here) Huh? Come on Wait, huh? Uh I do this shit with no pressure (no pressure) Run up the back ends and put up the extra You cannot step with the steppers (steppers) You can't put dirt on a nigga that's clean You cannot run up and check us (check us) I'm with the slime, my twin, he bleed Got 25 shooters in a sprinter (grrr) Brought brand new TECs, big Glocks and beams (huh) I could make a movie, make a scene (yeah) I put the Glock on repeat (huh) Only Amiri the jeans (yeah) It hurt my Glock when I lean (oh, yeah) Come here, lil' bitch, don't talk (don't talk) Come here, lil' bitch, don't speak (don't speak) Look at my drip when I walk (walk) Slimey like Thugger and Wheez', uh I left that bitch in the back Then jumped in a 'Rari, then hopped in these streets (skrrt) I'm on my way to the stu' I'm geekin' off meds like who wanna lean? (Huh?) Lil' nigga get to the breesh (the breesh) Can't fuck with that bitch 'cause she treesh (she treesh) In three weeks we took back the streets Fuck all the opps and police Slime, yeah, yeah (woo), yeah (stop), yeah (spider) Yeah (huh), yeah (yeah), yeah (slime), yeah Bentley ashtray and it's just for the guts (uh) Don't you try cum in it slut (uh, uh, uh) I put a four in a A and a W and I've been sippin' on suds (uh, uh, uh) All three of my Carti's got ice on the bezels (yeah) Shit came from the trenches (woo) You speak on my name and it came with the pressure (and what?) We started destruction (yeah) I flew the bitch in way out from Australia (yeah), the global express (on God) I told the lil' nigga don't come with them messages, 'cause we kill the messenger (huh) My bitch got the Drac' with the beam (huh, huh) 400K large on her rings (that's right) Half a mil', don't you tell what you seen (huh, huh) I'ma boss up the street, hoe, you shittin' me? How your jet land at John F. Kennedy? (shmoney) It's a 16 passenger genie (yeah) Hold it down with this hoe, bro, you're killing me Shawty belong to the street-neet-neets (woah) We gonna make us a scene I send my dawg, check out the scene (woah) I can't even hide from the hoe All of this water, ice on my ring (woah) Don't get beside yourself When you see king, pussy hoe speak (uh) I rock designer belts Not neither one of them wrestling things I do this shit with no pressure (no pressure) Run up the back ends and put up the extra You cannot step with the steppers (steppers) You can't put dirt on a nigga that's clean You cannot run up and check us (check us) I'm with the slime, my twin, he bleed Got 25 shooters in a sprinter (grrr) Brought brand new TECs, big Glocks and beams (huh) I could make a movie, make a scene (yeah) I put the Glock on repeat (huh) Only Amiri the jeans (yeah) It hurt my Glock when I lean (oh, yeah) Come here, lil' bitch, don't talk (don't talk) Come here, lil' bitch, don't speak (don't speak) Look at my drip when I walk (walk) Slimey like Thugger and Wheez' (Wheezy outta here)

All these diamonds in my chains got me dancing 'round this bitch I'm Martin Luther King, black diamonds on my wrist (run that back, Turbo) Put Giuseppes on my kids, put Chanel Coco on my bitch Put that .44 on the switch, then you cock, pop-pop, then dip I've been in the trenches, the trap, to be specific I fell in love with my bitches, then sold 'em for some riches This money be my missus, drive me crazy, I need Ritalin I told 'em, "I'm so slimy, I'm so shady, I admit it, yeah" Slatt like to shoot, slatt like to murk 21 gun salute, baow, drilling, putting in work, yeah Cut his tonsils out, woo, I said it'd hurt, ayy Keep a new .44, yeah, let it burst Pockets Honey Kettle, keep on pedal Get my own cheddar, all my dogs better Honeycomb bezel, we make opps jitter Maison Margielas, cases get settled Here, clean the cookie off, family, Travis, the Scotts Serving the bags, I'm cooking the stove Came in the spot and we serving with soap I was just spazzing, finding the flow I'm with some Crips, down with some Locs Hand in the pot, I'm with some Bloods How many slatts? Leave it to us Yeah, counting racks, smoking on pot Yeah, I upgraded my thot Yeah, I upgraded my spots Yeah, thots chickened out Woo, yeah, the spots upgraded, now them bitches chickened out Hey, 35 burnt hundreds on my pocket watch All these diamonds in my chains got me dancing 'round this bitch I'm Martin Luther King, black diamonds on my wrist Put Giuseppes on my kids, put Chanel Coco on my bitch Put that .44 on the switch, then you cock, pop-pop, then dip I've been in the trenches, the trap, to be specific I fell in love with my bitches, then sold 'em for some riches This money be my missus, drive me crazy, I need Ritalin I told 'em, "I'm so slimy, I'm so shady, I admit it, yeah" Only designer tints (designer tints) I heard they plotting on me (they plotting) These niggas thought it was sweet (sweet) We had to put 'em to sleep (put 'em to sleep) Counted two million this week (two million) Couldn't take my time with the freak (let's go) She asked for that big Birkin B (B) Your bitch, she been telling the tea (telling the tea) A YSL member (YSL) Rocking SL denim (slatt, slatt) Put a few shells in 'em (slatt) Just a young player nigga (yeah) She wanna suck this pickle, yeah Might spend a couple nickels, yeah They'll never try a nigga (try a nigga) Shoot it up, Brian Nickels New girls, Patrick Swayze, shady baby, loco, crazy (loco) Southside, but not JD, pull up, AMG Mercedes (mercedes) CC on my lady (CC), that's Celine, that's not cha-nay-nay (cha-nay-nay) Big dog with no rabies, wake up, everyday a payday (payday, ooh) In your city, looking for a movie, can you tote? (Tote) Jeffrey with me, now we gotta run it back, Turbo She thinking villa, I was thinking two weeks on a boat (yeah) Got bunnies with ya, my dogs are jackalopes, hop on, let's go (let's go) Feeling like Hugh Hefner (yeah), my hoes came together (yeah) Not a Gina (yeah), this Martin y Coretta (dream) At the crib, Coachella ('chella), Cacti's in the cellar (ah) Creep out like cartelers, Cactus life forever (slatt) Yeah, diamonds King Kong, how they beating on my chest (ah, King Kong) The link so long, this shit 'bout to touch my dick (link) Up to summer strong, and we got another stretch (team) November come, won't you pop out at the fest? (It's lit) Feel it on my body, it's a movie, ayy, ayy (yeah) It was just one night, it felt like a sci-fi (fi) We dodging the sun, only way we come alive (alive) We've been on the run How you do that? How you do that? Yeah (it's lit) All these diamonds in my chains got me dancing 'round this bitch Uh, Martin Luther King, black diamonds on my wrist Put Giuseppes on my kid, put Chanel Coco on my bitch Put that .44 on the switch, then you cock, cock, pop, then dip I've been in the trenches, this trap, to be specific I fell in love with my bitches, then sold 'em for some riches This money be my missus, drive me crazy, I need Ritalin I told 'em, "I'm so slimy, I'm so shady, I admit it, yeah"

Ayy, Yung, boy, he got that talent Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap Yeah, this 20 a pill Ran up a check, get this Patek baguette, he made 20 more mill' Drop on the opp and then jump on the chopper and go to the Hills My youngin' go Call of Duty with that chopper and he wanna kill Yeah, shitted on a nigga, did it on purpose I tell my other bitch, "Go with my other bitch" Just to get my other bitch a new Birkin Pretty white toes, pussy was perfect Fuck in the back of the 'Bach with the curtains Fuck from the back and this bitch started squirtin' No, you didn't get this shit on my Persian Ooh, go get this bitch some new purses, cool I swipe my card, don't feel it She had a lame, she healin' Now she on a plane, she chillin' And she post a pic on the 'Gram, you feel it? I know that nigga wanna kill her 'Cause she in a villa, going HAM with Tequila Made it my plan to get richer, I pull up I jump out the Lamb', me and Jigga, woah Woah, this that go shit (yeah) Lil' bitch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know shit (yeah) 7-Eleven, I bought all the Backwoods, sodas, and Trojans (and Trojans) It's like 500 bitches at the crib but we still lettin' more in (yeah, more in) Woah, this that go shit (that go shit) This that stunt on them niggas might put two watches on both wrists (let's go) My trap boomin', these niggas out here ain't havin' no motion (no motion) Back in the day we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' it stolen (stolen, skrrt) Rolls-Royce truck with the freak of the week Chasin' the dreams, I'ma pass her to Meek (to Meek) Nigga, I'm a wolf can't hang with the sheep (can't hang with the sheep) Water on my neck, bought my chain at the beach (let's go) Pull up to your block with a motherfuckin' thotty (let's go) Every nigga with me down to go and catch a body (okay) Young nigga trapping out a hotel lobby (okay) Wipe a nigga nose like that motherfucker snotty I'm in the trap with a thick bitch Yeah, I used to hustle, had to risk it (yeah) Most you niggas fried like a fish stick If he a snitch, can't kick it I'm with the gang and we deep Just like a dog, put a nigga to sleep Bad lil' bitch trying to see me on the sneak No TLC, but a nigga got to creep (woo) Shoot it like JJ (JJ) Spin a nigga block like a Beyblade If I hit the block that's a payday Hurricane AP, A Bay Bay (A Bay Bay) Made it my plan to get richer, I pull up I jump out the Lamb', me and Thugger (slime) Can't leave the crib with no cutter Feel like Ving Rhames, it's guns and butter Woah, this that go shit (yeah) Lil' bitch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know shit (yeah) 7-Eleven, I bought all the Backwoods, sodas, and Trojans (and Trojans) It's like 500 bitches at the crib but we still lettin' more in (yeah, more in) Woah, this that go shit (that go shit) This that stunt on them niggas might put two watches on both wrists (let's go) My trap boomin', these niggas out here ain't havin' no motion (no motion) Back in the day we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' it stolen (stolen, skrrt) Abracadabra, my bitch way badder My wrist out the motherfuckin' batter (slatt) Fish parquet I snuck on the face Green diamonds, I fucked up my bladder (yeah) Motherfuck a trend I been with my kids in the spot 'cause family matter (on God) Everything else you speakin' about Might get your ass whooped like a paddle (slatt) Yeah, yeah, fishscale, no scale, weigh it up (Weigh it up) I spent 20 mil' (what?) on a crib, pay it up (pay it up) In Dubai but the bitch from Israel Call my phone, you fine as hell In designer but I will kill You done speaked to informants, I can tell Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (yeah) My bitch wrist clean I flex, don't bend, I am the king (the king) Hundred bands can clean up the scene (on God) Had your wife and you thought it was a dream Nigga kicked through that door with the bling I took off in a foreign machine (sex) Woah, this that go shit (yeah) Lil' bitch tryna act smart with me, but she don't know shit (yeah) 7-Eleven, I bought all the Backwoods, sodas, and Trojans (yeah) It's like 500 bitches at the crib, but we still lettin' more in Woah, this that go shit (that go shit) This that stunt on them niggas might put two watches on both wrists (let's go) My trap boomin' these niggas out here ain't havin' no motion (No motion) Back in the day we was hoppin' in whips and ridin' it stolen (skrrt) Big racks, spendin' big racks, that's big business (big business) Pull up to the club with a pole on me Niggas thinkin' I'd been fishin' (been fishin') Find me on a yacht full of bad-ass bitches like, "Hoe, I'm big pimpin" (big pimpin')