[Chorus]

Youngboy living too fast

Riding hard hope the wheels don’t crash

Over top I might dunk on a nigga got slashed

Running off like Vic Vic Vic no pass

Cutta too slick slick Rick no mask

Playing games with em tic tic tic no tac

I gotta be blunt Kline got blicks all black

Turn you up into a knick knick knick knick nack

[Verse 1: Ybk]

Taking right over like an invasion

I’m the kingdom of all I am a creation

In a whole nother parallel like the matrix

Get my thoughts off the liquor heart get to racing

Might just pop out the sprinter cause I got thoughts on my inner you wanna live and do better I give em tastings

I can do this in winter and I can eat like it’s dinner she see me rocking the denims and get to facing

Like are you serious

Fuck yea I gotta tell em that serious

Onna spree my enemies got me furious

Cheerio I tell em see you later while I’m cheering it

I’m hysterical

Funny guy

Mysterious

No Kawhi but I sauce it with experience

Gotta show it for all of the others inexperienced

Coming for my character go avatar we spearing it

But I ain’t fearing shit

I ain’t fearing nun

I don’t even really think about if he be hustling

Dick riders hella fuckers they be Peter munching

Got me acting violent so I tell him that’s it he I’m punching

Okay yea yea

Yea it’s he I’m punching

Comme de garçon just for my feet so ain’t no need for running

Money come in C and I we love it yea the green we hunting

2 million up like peezy I can’t even see a hunnid

But I keep it hunnid

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They say that Youngboy living too fast

Riding hard hope the wheels don’t crash

Over top I might dunk on a nigga got slashed

Running off like Vic Vic Vic no pass

Cutta too slick slick Rick no mask

Playing games with em tic tic tic no tac

I gotta be blunt Kline got blicks all black

Turn you up into a knick knick knick knick nack

[Verse 2: C]

Are you feeling it

Hop on the beat and I’m killing it

And I’m higher than the ceiling is

Cause I’m all up in my feelings man

Aye, run up and I hit you with the Jackie Chan

Throw dirt on you niggas like sandman

And I’m posted with my clan man

Blues in the rubber bands

And I pull up in the benz

Five percent on a tint

Five bands on the rims

Big booty bitches just like Kim

And I’m sliding to the gym

Yuh, I’m him

And I like my bitches slim put it in her mouth and I put it on her chin

I’m mysterical

Hop on the beat and I’m lyrical

And I’m getting to the M like a miracle

And these traits they inheritable

Eat up on the beat like a cannibal

Slurping that coochie like a Danimal

Yea , ass in my hand like a handful

Baby light a candle

[Chorus]

Youngboy living too fast

Riding hard hope the wheels don’t crash

Over top I might dunk on a nigga got slashed

Running off like Vic Vic Vic no pass

Cutta too slick slick Rick no mask

Playing games with em tic tic tic no tac

I gotta be blunt Kline got blicks all black

Turn you up into a knick knick knick knick nack