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YFN Lucci
YFN Lucci
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Parker
Joshua Parker
Songwriter
Rayshawn Lamar Bennett
Rayshawn Lamar Bennett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
OG Parker
OG Parker
Producer
GoldenChyld
GoldenChyld
Producer

Lyrics

Hot boy, propane, no fever I got - on the doc like a heaver Ayy, like a fever Ayy, make it look we in them pants and everything Don't get low from a liver YFNBC, this is Halsey Make some f-ing gains, don't just f-ing point on me Hey, uh, got game like Jesus, yeah Hot boy, propane, no fever I got n- on the doc like a heaver B- I don't get left, I'm a leaver A couple homies went left, I don't need 'em You know we got them pints when you need 'em Tonight, I might go up on the feature I don't know why the f- they're hatin' from the bleachers I'm too busy ballin', I can't hear ya I don't know why talkin' we ain't equal N- we been poppin' since Evisu Don't make get to poppin' at your people Baby, them n- poppin', don't believe 'em Baby, them n- followin' the leader The only thing I follow is a dollar n- preach to 'em Drop the top if you gotta drop, throw the peace to 'em See they ain't talkin' bout s- I'm the chosen one And if a n- play put a hole in one Put some cake on a n- head on his birthday Then he dead f- we ain't goin' for none They say I'm gone change, shid change gotta come You know I had change when I came, don't front A lil n- but a n- stayed in front They be like, "That lil n- stay with a big blunt" I can't stand no hater What you know about murder? Don't speakin' to me n- we don't know ya Don't speakin' to me n- we don't know ya I demand my respect But sorry, I cannot comprehend if it ain't about a check Kill yourself, die, yeah, Russian Roulette I'ma make sure you all die, motherf- bet Bein' great takes time, came a long way I say I'm fine, I'm on my way I'm gonna climb all the way Yeah-yeah, this is success You're lookin' at I, and I'm the best How many times should I have to stress? I wonder why I'm not like the rest (yeah-yeah) Uh, and she wonder why I cheat They wonder why I get them for the cheap Your b- got, "Wonder Why", on repeat And after we f- she clean the d-, she so neat Neat freak We winnin' no cheat sheet Big s- to you center peas, yeah Big s- this a A.M.G Know we havin' drums like KFC And they know we drop bombs Know when the cops come, better run Know it's better said than done Nah, we ain't never really runnin' out of funds This a one of one, you ain't havin' this one Milk the game, teach it to my son Made man, b- n- I'm a don Pop a couple bottles, told my n- that we won Already man, this s- just begone I said this already, man this s- came from none Tryna get big like Bun Tryna be rich like Sean Me and Killa, the new Pimp C and Bun Underground King where we from Draped out and dripped up my s- filled up A whole lot of lean in my cup It's a whole lot of lean in my cup, yeah I do not like that the fact that they hated They hated the fact that I escaped it Found me a route and it led me to paper That made a statement, they wrote some statements I had to fall back, and I had to paste it Went on vacation, stashed a few bricks in the basement Stashed a few bricks in the basement I had to change my location Bein' great takes time, came a long way I say I'm fine, I'm on my way I'm gonna climb all the way Yeah-yeah, this is success You're lookin' at I, and I'm the best How many times should I have to stress? I wonder why I'm not like the rest, yeah-yeah
Writer(s): Rayshawn Bennett, Joshua Parker, Cory Barden Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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