Yeern 101

Like damn, Wop, How I get a bitcH like yeern?

I'ma drop-top **** '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 **** 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 **** out Here, everytHing come free

I ain't never met God, but I bet He know me

Put tHe money in a set, or ****, 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 **** really out lying, talk like He Tony Hawk grind

THrowing 20 on 9

****, How you live witH no spine? Broke **** better off dying

Man, you **** 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 **** 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 ****, 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

**** 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

**** 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?