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Yeah. This type of shit be for them niggas that Grew up like me. If it ain't me, then who? Niggas like me be dealing with real shit. Young Really do this shit, we don't like these Other niggas. Yeah, Yeah, uh. I ain't never chase the hit because Regardless I'ma touch the grip. Seen a couple niggas chase a hit because they Broke as shit. Desperate for that bitch, man she Done put you through all kinda shit. You can't tell she counterfeit? You can't tell she playing games? You so desperate for this fame and I can See it in your face. I'm busy running up A check, so get the fuck up out my Way. And it's a shame all these kids tryna Idolize the weirdos. I ain't tryna kick it with niggas, go find A field goal. They need to start putting they Money where all they pills go. Probably need to stop dropping the drank so I Can feel more. Heart ticking with a killer, Say he want another body. Say he wanna pop a nigga, then he wanna Pop some molly. Told him, "Fuck that molly, let's Cop a Richard then cop a 'Rari." Paparazzi flashing these diamonds dancing, I know I'm sorry. If I offend anybody, Fuck 'em with magic dick. Catch me out in public, I'm clutching me and My ratchet bitch. Young Savage living, I'm a YSL Baby. Just blew a twenty piece, I went YSL Crazy. I got grown man money, I could blow It and save it. I'm boss and you know It, how many times I gotta show it? CEO. Young Savage living, I'm a YSL baby. Just blew a twenty piece, I went YSL crazy. I got grown man money, I could blow it And save it. I'm boss and you know it, How many times I gotta show it? CEO. Yves Saint Laurent shopping downtown, Union Square. Eleven hundred on some jeans I Probably never wear. You copped your first pair of Designer jeans last year. I ain't tryna come in last, I'm tryna last Here. Retired with the W, I been rocking G's Only. You got that lil cheese put up, I Got my cheese on me. Young Savage living, really in the kitchen. All these pots and these pans got me reminiscing. Ba-baking soda boxes in the fridge. Thirty days eviction notice, ain't nowhere to live. And the lawyer cost two hundred thou'. I just pray that I make my grandmother proud. Young Savage living, I'm a YSL baby. Just blew a twenty piece, I went YSL crazy. I got grown man money, I could blow it And save it. I'm boss and you know it, How many times I gotta show it? Young Savage living, I'm a YSL baby. Just blew a twenty piece, I went YSL crazy. I got grown man money, I could blow it And save it. I'm boss and you know it, How many times I gotta show it? CEO. Yeah, money don't mean shit if ain't standing On your business. And jewelry don't mean shit if You ain't get right with your dentist. And we ain't tryna hear about that time you Did in prison. And once you came home, You ain't take care of your children. Stayed a principle, they think that I be mad About some petty shit. My niggas tryna shop with Cartier, but that's a petty risk. Niggas tryna flex to these hoes like it's a Race. Young Pac don't need no dread to put That bitch up in her place. You tryna say something? I gotta hide the Glock 'cause it's a felony. I bought my dawg a Phone, said, "Fuck a letter," told him, "Call me 'bout whatever." And when they let you out, we Gon' do better. Do right by me and we Gon' ball forever. Stay loyal, my nigga. Young Savage living, I'm a YSL baby. Just blew a twenty piece, I went YSL crazy. I got grown man money, I could blow it And save it. I'm boss and you know it, How many times I gotta show it? CEO. Young Savage living, I'm a YSL baby. Just blew a twenty piece, I went YSL crazy. I got grown man money, I could blow it And save it. I'm boss and you know it, How many times I gotta show it? CEO. For real. Nigga.
AFN Peso, Philthy Rich — YSL Crazy
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