(Wheezy outta here) These nigga lame than a motherfucker Free my thug, my nigga, Wheezy, more Wheezy What it is? Uh, uh, uh Got suit up for court, how you go about that? (Yeah) You can't straight these hoes, that one thing, just know that (know that, know that) Can't steal my style, I'm wild, got to post in the jungle just for my swag (just for my swag) Straight to my bank, I don't get it in cash Hit at your mans and I switch out my mag' (grr) Y'all niggas ain't catchin' up with me, all this talk (talk) Plan on ridin' my wave? We gon' load up with Ks (bap) And, my youngins tsunami the block (woo) Got a VVS stone on all of my kids Then somethin' just told me, "Stop" (yeah) Just say, "Top, don't stop" (uh-uh) I got them hundreds fallin' off the edge Grab on her wig, I'm pullin' off her edges (bitch, yeah) I went bought new image straight out the dеntist I can't stop the reppin', keep the dеad in my mentions We don't talk, detectives tryna hand us a sentence I got sonic jets to get me from the Magnolia Makin' sure they hear me clear all through your city (yeah) Play with her cat, she fuck up inside my Bentley (hold up, wow, wow) Play with that sack, got to run it through that, and I get it (wow, wow) We 'bout to come for the high, ten million We slimin', we grimin', we come up from robbin' And every lil' thing that I said, bitch, I meant (I meant) No understandin' with half my women She know I'm a boss, and I cut her right off (uh) Startin' shit at the house with half of my bitches, she trippin' (uh, uh) Got suit up for court, how you go about that? (Yeah) You can't straight these hoes, that one thing, just know that (know that, know that) Can't steal my style, I'm wild, got to post in the jungle just for my swag (just for my swag) Straight to my bank, I don't get it in cash Hit at your mans and I switch out my mag' (grr) Got suit up for court, how you go about that? (Yeah) You can't straight these hoes, that one thing, just know that (know that, know that) Can't steal my style, I'm wild, got to post in the jungle just for my swag (just for my swag) Straight to my bank, I don't get it in cash Hit at your mans and I switch out my mag' (grr) Cannot do no clonin' me, move to astonishment Since I'm holdin' the trenches, fuck it I got the economy movin' on side of me 'Cause they know that I got 'em and thuggin' I was breakin' and enterin', me and my cousin Now, I got the remedy, chemistry They thought that they knew I'd fumble (they thought) Put the bitch in the whole, do no clubbin' Burnin' off rubber in winter to summer Workin' on something, I'm winnin' this summer (skrrt, skrrt) See the print on my hip, that that blick, play wit' Llama We kill you, what they gon' run say to your mama Can't tell 'em one thing, we might spray up your funeral I don't like to get even, I'm really a general Don't send me on beats, I'm not spittin' on nothin' Fuck with my niggas, Wheezy, more Wheezy (Wheezy outta here) Got suit up for court, how you go about that? (Yeah) You can't straight these hoes, that one thing, just know that (know that, know that) Can't steal my style, I'm wild, got to post in the jungle just for my swag (just for my swag) Straight to my bank, I don't get it in cash Hit at your mans and I switch out my mag' (grr) Wheezy, more Wheezy

Verse 1 Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this tongue I'll tell you now my name, my name is Young But so you think that it's your destiny To get the best of me, but I suggest to be Quiet, bro', don't even try it from the east and west of me Takin' it and never breakin' it or even shakin' it Groovin' it and always movin' it, cuz I'm not fakin' it Pullin' out rhymes like books off the shelf Born in England, raised in Hollis, taught to go for myself This is stone cold rhymin', no frills, no fluffs And it's no accident that these rhymes sound tough I'm goin' off, baby, there's no turnin' back I'm on your TV, on your album, cassette and 8-track And when the show is finally finished I'll be takin' my bow My name is Young, and yo I got know-how, you know what I'm sayin'? I got know-how Party people, I got know... how I kick it just like this... Verse 2 I got juice like the president, I'm makin' rappers hesitant Invite me to your house and I'll be chillin' like a resident Yes, cuz I'm that type of man Cuz I make myself at home no matter where I am I got it rollin' like thunder, makin' y'all wonder Why I'm on top with all the other rappers under I make no errors, mistakes or blunders It's like a wedding, let no man put asunder My name is Young MC, I like to rock mic well Cuz when I get up on the mic I just release my spell It's no hocus-pocus, I'll just get you into focus And swarm all over you just like a horde of locusts Smooth operator, female persuader Spot a fly girl and in a week I'm gonna date her I got the kind of style for the here and the now And I can do it cuz I got know-how, you know what I'm sayin'? I got know-how Party people, I got know... how Bust it! Verse 3 MC's I'll ruin, cuz I know what I'm doin' I'll treat 'em like doublemint gum and start chewin' I spit 'em out when the flavour's gone And I repeat the chewin' practice 'til the break of dawn Cuz I'm tough like a bone, sly like Stallone Rockin' and clockin' on the microphone Smooth like a mirror, in hearts I strike terror Rhymes like runs and hits with no errors Cold like a blizzard, on the mic I am the wizard With the funky fresh rhymes comin' out of my gizzard Never sneezin', never coughin', I rock the mic often Hard as a rock and no sign I'll soften Makin' sure I get respect, on my mind rhymes connect I start to build like a builder from a architect Movin' all around, above and under the ground You see my face, and then you hear my sound Comin' atcha with the mic in hand I'm gonna take command just the way I planned Cuz I'm a one-man band and you are my fan Don't you understand? I'm like Superman Yeah, the Man of Steel, don't you know the deal? You better be for real, I got sex appeal This is what I feel, and this here's my vow And now you know the brother with know-how, you know what I'm sayin'? I got know-how... and I'm chillin', never illin' In my mouth I got two fillin's... whatever! I'm on the mic, cold stone gettin' over My name is Young MC, known as the fly casanova, kick it...

(Yeah) Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay) Flooded watch, drop top (Skrrt) Fuck 12, fuck the opps (Okay) Wrist broke (Whip, whip) in the pot Selling rocks (Okay), on the block (Okay) Put up guap, sending shots At your top (Okay), fuck you thought? (Okay) Fucking thots, watch 'em flock Off-white seats (Okay), Off-white socks (Okay) 1800 for a pair of jeans, that's okay I got money, I give all my shooters good pay Headshot with a infrared beam from far away Long as it don't come back to me, I think it's okay Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay) We the wrong niggas to run to, put cake in a funnel Lil' bitch fuck for the bundle Put a Glock in the console, yeah Why the bitch wanna say my name on the gram? Ho, relax (Ho, relax) I beat my gun case Three, four times, can't hold me back (Rrra) And you can never hang around if you owe me racks (If you owe me racks) And I'm not talkin' about navigation I'm with NAV (And I'm with NAV) And I was hangin' in Chiraq, dope on the ave (Gang) And if you sliding with them killers, grab that mask (Turn up) And she be driving on the road, coke in her ass (Yeah) And that first time robbing the plug We ain't coming, no cash (Yeah) Trackhawk 2018, do the dash (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Ain't give no money so he try to put me on blast, yeah Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay)

Ah-ah-ah, hey Run that back, Turbo You niggas bogus, I see the imposers I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question I got a bitch like Keisha off of Belly Police got dogs and they can't even smell me Keep me a cup, I got a lean belly 20s on me, I call 'em green relish Balmain my jeans, if not, they embellished Too many vibes, they think I'm R. Kelly PH in the sky, we got 'em already PJ in the sky and I don't wanna land it Creepin' at night, the VLONE bandit I prayed to the sky and none of this was handed Worked all my life and now I understand it Crawled up like a mouse, but I could never tell it I got the sweetest sauce like jelly Try disrespect me, you all get beheaded I got the drip, they call me Dripavelli I held him down, that nigga was my celly Fuck you fuck niggas, never made me heartless Thank God, came and got me, used to shop at Target They cut out the coupe before we hit the market We don't pack our bags 'cause we gon' shop regardless Backend, I'm back in, paid up for the party I done came a long way from openin' up for Carti Shades and my bracelets Cartier Carti Police's cases, all that we avoidin' The lean in my cup gettin' more and more muddy I shown all my love, I've never been a bully Got every color VLONE hoody Just jumped in the game and still I ain't no rookie I got this sauce, cream and puddin' I came with the drip, got everybody lookin' Cherish your blessings, easily could be tooken Send a front in, it's easy to get a book in You niggas bogus, I see the imposers I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question Yeah, cash all my backends, I bought me a Patek Addicted to cabbage, the money relax me My mom and them happy, I bought them a mansion I still rock the fitted, but I don't be cappin' (skrrt) These camouflage denim like I just went campin' They still can't believe that I made it, they happy I been gettin' money before I was rappin' I'm ridin' in the Wraith like I play with the actors No pleadin', arraignment, ain't takin' no charges My young nigga's solid, I know that he got me He keep his mouth closed, I'ma buy him a foreign Penthouse, hotel suite whenever we're tourin' How foreign my tint is, I still rock the Jordan Packin' out shows, love my fans, they important And I'm still in the trap, in the hood like a motor Spend thousands on fragrance, she fuckin' my odor I just started rappin', I made me some millions Man, shout out Atlanta, I'm runnin' my city These bracelets came healthy, they cost me a 50 I leveled it up, I've been handlin' business Gettin' 20 a night, every day, different city I just keep puttin' this syrup in my kidneys This the big one, boy, this not the Jubilee (Jubilee) I got Gunna with me, rockin' VLONE, Supreme (yeah, yeah) You niggas bogus, I see the imposers I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question (uh)