Vpn - Yung Bally

Aye dior you be goin' crazy moe She want chanaynay and that prada I can't give her that Ask if I love her I said nah there ain't no strings attached If they free my brother shooter ima get his ass I hit the bank go change my fit and then I'm spinning back Young nigga finally going up I can't be looking back I'm ridin' round in a rental wit a couple racks My bitch ain't friendly try get with her she ain't texting back Ouuu I'm havin paper but my heart broke Brodie havin' P's don't run up on him cause that glock close I'm in my jam I'm with the moon like I'm a stock broker That bitch a thot I get her lit like I was pop smoke I got New York connects Them pieces hittin quick The money my best friend That paper never switch It's one way to them M's I score with no assist Like how you get them bands My vpn the shit Uh uh uh They like how you get them bands my vpn the shit And every time I get more pros I hit another lick Can't go back forth with niggas I'm just gettin' rich Im just tryn find out who with me who against me Knew we was winning when we seen them niggas envy Shit on my mind I can't even speak I'm feelin empty My brother said we gotta eat this shit unhealthy Now I got hammers if a nigga trynna nail me Exotic flavors on my body nigga you could prolly smell me Im a young legend I ain't legal but a nigga havin' plenty All these niggas slime bitches evil I ain't trusting any These niggas slime these bitches evil I ain't trusting any