[Intro: YN Que]

Aw man

Yes, sir

[Verse 1: YN Que]

Young nigga get the bag and I—

Young nigga get the bag in and I double up

Bro got the trap house jumpin' like double dutch

When I run out of lean, I get bubble guts

Put myself between ten hoes— haha

Put myself between ten hoes, tell 'em huddle up

Baby, don't you come here by yourself, baby, bundle up

I got a bad Korean bitch with a bubble butt

Baby, don't be in my DM 'less you tryna fuck

Yeah

Countin' all this goddamn— aight

Countin' all this goddamn money

Countin' all this goddamn money, caught a paper cut

I'll put the— shit

I'll put the popper to his head like a taper cut

Bad freaky bitch steady blowin' up my phone, tryna fuck for free (Nah)

You gotta pay to fuck

Young nigga smashin' all the hoes in the back, throwin' up a B

Hah, make niggas hate the Buck

Young nigga got the hoes trippin' like we laced the blunt

We'll stomp a nigga out with a hundred feet, ain't no one-on-ones

Pull up to a nigga block and make him drop the gun

'Za got a nigga out of breath, I gotta cop new lungs

[Verse 2: Baglife Tee]

Shot so many shots out the Glocks, I had to buy new guns

Paranoid when I'm on the block, I even watch the sun

Go to Neimans when I want to shop 'cause they show me love

Then I'm goin' up to Saks Fifth to spend an extra dub

Hah, man, you niggas scrubs

If I ain't walkin' 'round with the Drac', then the Gen tucked

I really want a tank just to blow you niggas' cribs up

I know you niggas heard of YN Jay, well, this his big bruh

Yeah, this my nigga Que

I bet you seen me shoot a hundred rounds if he get a cue

I hate when new niggas come around, I be like, "Who is you?"

If a nigga ever talkin' foul, I'ma give him two

Yeah, bitch, I'm talkin' shots

Spin your block a hundred times until they tell me stop

Hit your block and shoot two Glocks, I bet a body drop

We was maskin' up way before COVID even dropped

I hate when niggas flexin' with the 'bows like they on the block

And these niggas hoes, you can't tell me that these niggas not

A lot of niggas startin' to hit the road, I'd rather beat the block

If a nigga ever play me like a ho, he gon' meet my Glock

Hmm, I'm just bein' honest

Niggas bitch, they don't need hats, they really need bonnets

Man, ain't this shit ironic?

How I leave my wallet in the car, but then forget my rocket?

How you bring your gun out the house, but forget to pop it?

Shoot the cannon at a nigga face like my name Block Logic

In the field, I run the best plays like I'm Tyler Lockett

In the field, I run the best plays, can't no one stop me

Man, niggas gettin' too cocky

Shiesty niggas come around us, we yell, "Kemosabe"

Everything I say hot and spicy, call me wasabi

Que, if a nigga ever try me, lay him next to Kyrie

Hmm, you know this tool be by me

Nigga ever reach for my chain, it's gon' resort to violence

Last nigga played with my name got left in silence

Always see me ridin' with my K 'cause I got my license