Top Songs By Yns Corey
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yns Corey
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Yns Corey
Lyrics
Shaudie Man
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yns Corey
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
(What they talkin' 'bout, Traiqo?)
[Instrumental]
Yeah, yeah
All-black Travis Scotts, I'm trim
That's why I don't take you serious
[Chorus]
Yeah, all-black Travis Scotts, I'm trim
Don't get it confused, I'm him
Get put on the tube, I see 'em
She don't wanna ride with me, drive like I don't wanna live
I know you won't slide for me, that's why I don't take you serious
She asked what I was lookin' for, I'm lookin' for a fuck to give
He gon' get what he lookin' for, chopper take off all his limbs
Baggy jeans with Louis Timbs, flatscreens, we used to steal 'em
Hot cars, we used to peel 'em, matter fact, we still be in 'em
[Verse 1]
Yeah, matter fact, I do not feel 'em
Matter fact, I do wanna kill 'em
It's a lotta **** that don't like me
They mad 'cause I'm that ****
It's a lot of **** don't wanna fight me
They heard I pull my trigger
Yeah, that street shit don't excite me
I'd rather count me up a million
Hrrt, blood left on your white tee
Bend, don't ask for no forgiveness
Yeah, "Is you trippin', Lil Corey?" I might be
Got deals on the table, I still be with it
Pull up a beat, I'ma pull up and kill it
Walkin' this bitch from start to finish
Durango all yellow, Minion
Bet the fame gon' bring me hella millions
(Bet the fame gon' bring me hella millions)
[Instrumental]
Yeah, all-black Travis Scotts, I'm trim
Don't get it confused, I'm him
Get put on the tube, I see 'em
She don't wanna ride with me, drive like I don't wanna live
I know you won't slide for me, that's why I don't take you serious
She asked what I was lookin' for, I'm lookin' for a fuck to give
He gon' get what he lookin' for, chopper take off all his limbs
Baggy jeans with Louis Timbs, flatscreens, we used to steal 'em
Hot cars, we used to peel 'em, matter fact, we still be in 'em
[Verse 2]
I hope they don't hit my cup, put 'em on a few sluts and they all hittin' different
Got the SRT geeked up, gotta use two hands when I'm pushin' this bitch
****, this shit two times, some **** stayed, some **** switched
But on my soul, I'm good regardless 'cause I'm steady gettin' all these chips
My bitch rude just like this jacket
I'm that dude, these diamonds flashy
Gucci, Rick, I ain't even match 'em
She so thick, I gotta have it
I don't be stuntin' these ****, on my soul, they ain't makin' noise
Football-contract loaded, I can't wait to see the invoice
Bitch, this money is all that I see
Losin' my mind, don't answer the beef
Shout out to God for Him choosin' me
Stay with a rod, ain't no love in the street
**** better watch they friends, they'll send you right down the road, forget you're alive
Better focus on these bands 'cause that be the only reason you'll survive
[Chorus]
Yeah, all-black Travis Scotts, I'm trim
Don't get it confused, I'm him
Get put on the tube, I see 'em
She don't wanna ride with me, drive like I don't wanna live
I know you won't slide for me, that's why I don't take you serious
She asked what I was lookin' for, I'm lookin' for a fuck to give
He gon' get what he lookin' for, chopper take off all his limbs
Baggy jeans with Louis Timbs, flatscreens, we used to steal 'em
Hot cars, we used to peel 'em, matter fact, we still be in 'em
Written by: Shaudie Man, Yns Corey
