Top Songs By Young Stoner Life
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yak Gotti
Vocals
Young Thug
Vocals
Gunna
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffery Lamar Williams
Lyrics
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
Wheezy
Songwriter
deamonte kendricks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Flo Ongonga
Recording Engineer
Bezo
Assistant Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
A ‘Bainz’ Bains
Mixing Engineer
Aresh Banaji
Mixing Engineer
2 Epik
Producer
SMPLGTWY
Producer
Wheezy
Producer
A.'Bainz' Bains
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Wheezy outta here)
[Verse 2]
Worth a couple hundred mil', no thousand
This bitch wanna fuck me, but I charge by the hour
My neck and my wrist in the shower
Like how the fuck you growin' up and baby say you childish?
I just bought my young bitch a watch and now she wildin'
Stylin', profilin', you bitches can't devour it
And I'm Creflo Dollar smilin', we somewhere on an island, vibin'
Balls smell like powder, fuck it, take it to trial (Let's go, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3]
Take this shit to motherfuckin' trial (Yeah, yeah)
Take this shit to motherfuckin' trial, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Take this shit to motherfuckin' trial (Yeah, yeah)
Take this shit to motherfuckin' trial, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 4]
Slime-green AP look like herpes on my wrist, uh
Hold on, cook, woo, I'm so Chef Boyardee with the dish
I don't know you, bitch, don't try to tell me tie my kicks
Count my chips, I ain't talkin' no dip
[Verse 5]
See, my baby mama trippin', she don't get it, I'm on a mission to get these millions
I'm on the grind and I'ma get it, no cap, ****, no kizzy
Slime 'em out, lead, they gon' tell 'em I ain't listen, when he call, he gon' say that I'm trippin'
You ain't slime, that's just how I feel, nope, you do not meet the criteria, nope
I rep my life for real (Yeah) That's your first time for real (Yeah)
For slimes, you know I'll kill (Yeah, yeah) Bye-bye, goodnight, my dear
Trial, I done beat it twice (Trial), state, I'm undefeated like
Feds came and snatched me, I don't know, no point in askin'
[Verse 6]
I was on Bleveland stuck like a magnet
Bitch-ass ****, I'll shoot at your mammy
Need to sit down if you can't stand me
I don't turn down, I up my stamina
Take it to trial, get an appeal
Take it to trial, yeah, you can whack 'em
No back and forth, we don't tongue wrestle
Pay for that casket, that's just if we whack 'em
[Verse 7]
Yeah, yeah (Let's go)
[Verse 8]
My young **** pullin' up Bentleys (Let's go), Aston Martins, 'Raris, and Teslas (Let's go)
Strapped with an F&N (Let's go), choppers, carbines, know some steppers (Let's go)
Got ice, not in no fridge, not in the safe, look like treasure (Let's go)
We fuck, have a lot of sex (Let's go), and her head feel like pleasure (Oh)
Shawty super slurpy, suck that Birky out that dick (Oh, wow)
Maybach came with curtains and I still went got it tint (On God)
YSL slimy and shady, they ain't wavy like my clique (We wavy)
High-end alterations, did that European stitch
Fuck **** get hit, I got me an opp list
I'm quick to switch topics, ah, no way I can snitch (No way)
Watch me whack that bitch, ah, pop 'em like a cyst, ah
Glock with the assist
[Verse 9]
Take this shit to motherfuckin' trial (Yeah, yeah)
Take this shit to motherfuckin' trial, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Take this shit to motherfuckin' trial (Yeah, yeah)
Take this shit to motherfuckin' trial, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 10]
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Written by: Young Thug