[Текст песни «Y.M.B» ft. yung pretty]

[Intro: yung pretty & YUNG TRAPPA]

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Y M, mothafuckin' B. Yeah

[Verse 1: yung pretty]

Yellow bracelet, yellow bitch

Give your money, ye-yeah, I’m rich

Yung Murda, yeah, I’m sellin’ bricks

I’m on my hood, I’m rollin’ weed

Lean got me lense, sip codeine

Your ass so big like Nicki

You’re jumpin’ on my dick, bitch

You’re jumpin’ on my dick, bitch

In the hotel room, I’m on bed

Well, I’ll fuck you, ho, Yung Murda swag

I’m flexin’ hard, I’m shinin’ hard

Yo, haters, fuck, I’m goin’ hard

Louis V. backpack, Versace black shades

New Fendi white kicks

Hey, shawty, you like this?

I’m on the bullshit, I’m on the parties

Sippin’ Dirty Sprite, get left your money

My double cup, my Gucci belt

My pistol, homie, I give you, homie

Yeah, I need a doctor, yeah, I need a doctor

In a mirror, smokin’, pop a pill fuckin’ monster

I’m on a spaceship, I’m on a spaceship

Get me lean with a Sprite, like do use drink

In my purple ocean, I swim, shawty

Not follow me, fuck everybody

Super bad, Lil Boosie swag

Free Boozy Boo, got me racks on racks

Free Sin Murda, mad about ’em

My dogs with me, watch out, shawty

Yellow bitches on my block

Everybody need my drug

While I’m packing, I’m full of cocky

And my yayo hustle hard shit

I do a big, I do my shit

I’m balla blockin’ young Juvenile

Mommy, what's poppin’?

Your life like this give money

Yung Murda Boyz, I’m with my dog

Turn the block, and I don’t give a fuck

And then what up? And then what up?

I’m did goomings to the climb coolings

Y.M.B ballas to that flex, shawty

Yung Murda Boyz, rockstar thuggin’

Yung Murda Boyz, get-get money

Yung Murda Boyz, lot of bitch want me

[Bridge: YUNG TRAPPA]

We started flexin’, ladies ballin’, money coolin’, smokin’ on the act

Let me in, I’m loud as hell, hot as fuck, I’m pretty well

Fuck a moment live a [?]

My bracelet dancin’, Marilyn Manson

[Verse 3: YUNG TRAPPA]

Back at the tracks, slain my block like blood waison

Got money, that fashion looking good, so far fashion

Kicks fresh, my dick fresh

My jeans new, but flue swagga

Goddamn, ho, I’m bad dog

I back through

Like bad boy, I bake sauce

Smoke some, I steal stun suns

I steal shining, brilliant, brilliant, brilliant, brilliant

’Cause I’m lot in best blunt, I felt the fuckin’ mountain

Lot in, lot in, yuh

We’re lot of, lot of, huh

[Verse 4: YUNG TRAPPA]

Stupid black smally shawty

Going down, my bleedin’ dawg

Grow that fag, we bluntin’ dollar

Yuh, my goo za let ’em go

Who’s this fuck, like shawty low?

Youngin’, flashin’, I’m Tayshaun

Stupid white, I’m rollin’ on

Good is when I’m smokin’ throw

If faggot not go while beat won

Whom I’m so gon’, leave me alone (Huh! Huh! Huh!)

You got the ’nother homie? I got the get my money

If you only homie, I act like you the nomial, catch your face

Did you ass young bladin’?

Dangerous, yes, dick, leg

Black night, lil, bad, lie

Yes

I’m calm, I’m cool, I stalk, hold ’em

Like I’m body live, got lil dagnasa

I'm flashin’ dangerous, I’m flexin’

All these faggots does flexin’

All these faggots flyin’ high in a mask

I’m flexin’ on these bitches, flyin’ high in the helicopters

Smokin’ pussy, spittin’ box, trippin’, lead it

Sippin’ lean, purple Sprite