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?

Ride me like a Yamaha, yea Dunk right on his hoe, yea Tommy hawk, yea And I'm having swag, yea Buy it off me Oooh buss right at his head put him in a coffin Whoa, Cali tree I hardly am coffin Oooh I remember back when I had lost it All, came back like a fucking zombie Ya, soak that in like a fucking spongy I can't inside if I can't take my gun All these bitches screaming they know I'm the one I will kill one of these fuck niggas for fun Duke my dog he wit me like muhfuckin hunts All my niggas wit me we gone run it up Use to be broke now we in them Bentley trucks I'm just trying to get money and live it up Keep my name out yo mouth if you don't make enough Oh, I'm tryna go gold And my boy shoot like a solider You will get clapped like magnolia You didn't know Why the fuck you a have a note Check my clothes No I can't tell you the sto' Bankroll bankroll bankroll bankroll I did a 40 for a show I did a 40 need some mo Need perks need mo' You on a xan you need some mo I just wanna sip lean till I'm on the floor sleep, eyes closed Ride me like a Yamaha, yea Dunk right on his hoe, yea Tommy hawk, yea And I'm having swag, yea Buy it off me Oooh buss right at his head put him in a coffin Whoa, Cali tree I hardly am coffin Oooh I remember back when I had lost it All, came back like a fucking zombie Ya, soak that in like a fucking spongy Use to be running and ducking on cops Trap In the spot you can run up a block Money over bitches don't need no thot Heard he was talking crazy point him out Duke the blue devil done ran up a knock Imma grinding till I hit the top Remember them days I was on the block Imma keep goin and they just want my spot Stay in my lane and I gotta keep goin Uno he wit me not shooting for fun Lil nigga but my pockets on Pun Diamonds they shining they don't I don't need no sun Pull up and hop out them niggas start running Flipping and turning that money like laundry Get off yo ass and go get you some money Run that shit up and you can't trust nobody Ride me like a Yamaha, yea Dunk right on his hoe, yea Tommy hawk, yea And I'm having swag, yea Buy it off me Oooh buss right at his head put him in a coffin Whoa, Cali tree I hardly am coffin Oooh I remember back when I had lost it All, came back like a fucking zombie Ya, soak that in like a fucking spongy

Ughh Yeah, yeah I was broke now a young nigga flexed up In a foreign switchin' lanes you can't catch up You was hatin' but you switched up cause I'm next up I got lean and some forty in my red cup Bitches changed and act like I ain't noticed Gettin' money nigga that's my main focus Wit .223 and you act like you don't know this Bro popped a bean, me and my niggas always rollin' Your hoe tweaking Me and KK Wild, we always geekin' Leakin, yeah my fours leave yo body leaking I be road runnin' every season And I just count the bands, my neck is freezin' Me JD, linked with South End, we was thuggin' Outside totin rachets, holdin' on the work we runnin' Now we counting bands yeah my niggas always thumbin' And we don't give a fuck cause my niggas always drummin' I was watching, steady plottin', pistol totin' Mixing beans with my lean, that shit had me floating I was broke now I'm eating, stomach feeling bloated I been showed you how to flex Young nigga wrote it (How to flex) I was broke now a young nigga flexed up In a foreign switchin' lanes you can't catch up You was hatin' but you switched up cause I'm next up I got lean and some forty in my red cup Bitches changed and act like I ain't noticed Gettin' money nigga that's my main focus Wit .223 and you act like you don't know this Bro popped a bean man my niggas always rollin' I was just a young nigga waiting But now we up, no worries, getting faded Playing bitches, they always playing Saying, I could give a fuck about what you saying Grew up 50th avenue Tweakers layed up next to dude Need a bigger revenue So I stayed tryna sell to you Niggas always testing me, so I stay with that .32 You can't roll with bros and me, 'cause we gon' blast that .22 Yeah, you know I said you know yeah I turn heads when I, roll through yeah You know I'm with the, with the crew yeah Circle small so it's just 2, yeah I was broke now a young nigga flexed up In a foreign switchin' lanes you can't catch up You was hatin' but you switched up cause I'm next up I got lean and some forty in my red cup Bitches changed and act like I ain't noticed Gettin' money nigga that's my main focus Wit .223 and you act like you don't know this Bro popped a bean man my niggas always rollin'

Earl on the beat Earl on the beat Earl on the beat Woo You get dripped or you get drowned, homie Mini Draco, I just put a fifty round on it Coolin' kit, silencer, damn, ain't no sound on it Turn his face into a frown, homie (huh), oh-woah I just been shinin' in rose gold We in the street like hobos I'm having boogers, no coke nose These niggas sweeter than high and low Can't havin' hands, he beatin' the bowl Playin' the cards that was dealt to me (wavy) Livin' the life that we chose, yeah, yeah (wavy) Yeah, I got up with a slut, she so (wavy) Chanel belt hold that Fendi up, I'm so (wavy) King Tut, I'm the real prince slime, I'm so (wavy) Hope you niggas can put it on with these clothes, we get (wavy) Shit, I just fucked this hoe, she couldn't even take it Now she blowin' up my phone, that hoe so crazy XO drip on me, kid, we can Bape it I'm prestigious with this shit, I get creative, I got cadence They keep leashes on they bitch They know I sent that bitch some players Rockin' Fear Of God and Dior, you keep your belt (Yea, keep that shit) Everything Gucci, ya dig? (woo) She wanna Gucci her heels Yeah, she a modeling bitch Lean in baby bottle You thought we was some toddlers and shit I got some twos and fews Just for a swallowin' bitch I need to own the place (what?) 'Cause I throw the most dollars, lil' bitch (weah) Real big dawg shit, go get a collar, lil' bitch, yeah, hey-hey Screamin' in that Lamb' with a chop, ayy-ayy Spent the backend with Avianne, okay (woo, woo) Yeah, we spin your block in a Gucci mask, okay Copped the plain Amiri for the rain, okay (Woo) (Talk to 'em) You get dripped or you get drowned, homie Mini Draco, I just put a fifty round on it Coolin' kit, silencer, damn, ain't no sound on it Turn his face into a frown, homie (huh), oh-woah I just been shinin' in rose gold We in the street like hobos I'm having boogers, no coke nose These niggas sweeter than high and low Can't havin' hands, he beatin' the bowl Playin' the cards that was dealt to me (wavy) Livin' the life that we chose, yeah, yeah (wavy) Yeah, I got up with a slut, she so (wavy) Chanel belt hold that Fendi up, I'm so (wavy) King Tut, I'm the real prince slime, I'm so (wavy) Hope you niggas can put it on with these clothes, we get (wavy) Yeah, Hood Baby Ain't fearin' no nigga (Earl on the beat) Watch who you trust, man 'Cause these niggas got sticky fingers (let's go) Fucked that bitch, I'll never see a ring finger She suck my dick 'til my toes curl, I feel a real tingle Money in these pockets These pockets, can't even walk, I'm a real penguin Respect I'ma live by it, die by it, yeah, just for my people (oh yeah) I'm fly as fuck soarin' through it, I ain't talking no eagle (yeah) Catch a hoe and snatch her up, my mood on jeepers creepers So much flaws, shit, help me, I can't even look at people Ayy, yeah, my bitch know I'm a whole cheater Yeah, I ran this shit up just like a whole cheetah (yeah) Hey, big shoes like I'm old people (yeah) I ride with pole-keepers (yeah, yeah) Yeah, watch what you do or you say, you on pins and needles Shit, watch how the hood act when you get real millions And you better keep them racks or you ain't gon' see them people 'Round you (yeah) You get dripped or you get drowned, homie Mini Draco, I just put a fifty round on it Coolin' kit, silencer, damn, ain't no sound on it Turn his face into a frown, homie (huh), oh-woah I just been shinin' in rose gold We in the street like hobos I'm having boogers, no coke nose These niggas sweeter than high and low Can't havin' hands, he beatin' the bowl Playin' the cards that was dealt to me (wavy) Livin' the life that we chose, yeah, yeah (wavy) Yeah, I got up with a slut, she so (wavy) Chanel belt hold that Fendi up, I'm so (wavy) King Tut, I'm the real prince slime, I'm so (wavy) Hope you niggas can put it on with these clothes, we get (wavy) (Wavy) (Wavy) (Wavy) (Wavy) (Wavy)