Yeern 101 Lyrics
Like damn Wop, How I get a bitcH like yeern?
I’ma drop top n** ’cause tHe sun won’t burn
Wanna live like Wop, but His stripes ain’t earned
I’ma get it rigHt now, I ain’t waiting no turn
Got a brand new House, tryna void my Hurt
‘Bout six point sometHing and it feel like cHurcH
Heard tHe Hood got wHacc and tHe set went turnt
Got a 488 and it glide Like Kurt
I’ve been living off golf from tHe last few deals
WHen tHe Nike cHecc came, man, I still got cHills
Hit a 2K licc, I ain’t even go pro
Got a boss outlet, now I’m smelling like goat
Call me Ice Cube, baby, way tHey sit on my cHain
Heard a lame ass n** trying to play witH my name
WHen I’m 23 to it and I’m going no brain
Goin dumb witH tHese Hundreds and my tHumb got stained
I’m a n** out Here, everytHing come free
I ain’t never met God, but I bet He know me
Put tHe money in a set, or n**, die in tHem streets
THrew tHe boy alley-oop, and now He riding on fleek
Got a PorscHe ligHt Skin and tHe ceiling got peeled
I was twenty plus young wHen tHe sHit got real
Young Blacc boy running, got me outta tHat field
Made a living off game, you sHould get it on film
I ain’t never your kind
Late but I’m really on time, girl, wHat you put in your mind?
I ain’t digging your sign
TrutH or tHat pussy ain’t mine, Hurt but I made it out fine
Still in my prime
Broke n** really out lying, talk like He Tony Hawk grind
THrowing 20 on 9
N**, How you live witH no spine? Broke n** better off dying
Man, you n*** got nerve
Broke ass need to get a bird, fucc it, I’ma get it off first
Find a wave you ain’t surf
You bitcH n*** looking all Hurt, funny till your eagle got nerfed
Boy done made it all worse
Woke up looking like work, 150 lay on my sHirt
Twenty lay on my teetH
Boy, I make a M in my sleep, everytHing I want in my reacH
I’ma run it off tops, wonder wHere I’ve been, I’ve been pulling off lots
450 for it, I’ma keep it on stocc
Cognac bezel witH tHe ticcer on roccs
Fig side n**, tell me wHat I ain’t got
Get it rigHt now wHere I got it bacc tHen
Number one stunner ’bout tHe level
Raised by tHe gang witH a mill like PHilly
WitH a watcH, 250, and a bitcH so blue
WHen tHe doors got closed, I ain’t feel too bad
I’ma run mine up, I’ma Have some stasHed
Now you in a broad purse, boy, you goin’ out sad
Now you on a coucH surf and you keep a little rasH
N** living out His baccpacc, need to get a bag
Got a gray double R and you need botH lanes
Got a dolla to His name but He all gang-gang
Boy, you all on my dicc, man, I find tHat strange
Keep playing witH tHe fire, bet His ass get burned
Heard your boy got spent wHen tHe ligHt got turned
Got His Head all cracced, man, tHe boy won’t learn
Big racced up, sHorty, way tHe blocc get served
N*** always sorry wHen tHe cap don’t work
Got tHe butterfly doors and it fly like bird
Bet I love my bitcH, but I ain’t tHem nerds
Like damn Wop, How I get a bitcH like yeern?