L.Smith - Young Mitch lyrics

Intro: (G5 Elz) Money is the culture hunger ... Uh huh Yo UPN drop that sh** Hook: (G5 Elz) Since I pulled out that Bimmer Block calling me Young Mitch Block calling me Young Mitch Block calling me Young Mitch Block calling me Young Mitch Block calling me Young Mitch Block calling me Young Mitch Block calling me Since I pulled out that Bimmer Block calling me Young Mitch Girls hopping in like front flips Banks calling me young rich Credit score 826 Cops on me I ain't do sh** Zip lock my new sh** Rent money my new kicks Verse 1 (G5 Elz) M-Spec Wood grain on da deck Dairy soft leather seats Feeling like flesh Vents on the side V smoke cigarettes European lover Don't f** with domes-t Jordan's on my feet Inspired by a jet Airlo gang More swoosh than the nets Yankee on my crown I don't f** with the mets B-side now Soon to be the crest Low key like Az Hoody on pulling your lady From the body kit Look big like Gravy Inside smell like pastries Seat back When I'm lazy HDMI's color of daises On the throgsneck Doing 80 Shift to the right Then hit the clutch Merge on the clearview Then do a buck Left lane L Give right lane hell But I slow down No time for jail Bluetooth on I never hold a cell Heated seats on Get her moist than a well 3 & 5's looking like toys 6 & 7's for the big boys M Exhaust M-Power Kit No Vrom Vrom Just M Power noise !!!! Hook: G5 Elz Since I pulled out that Bimmer Block calling me Young Mitch Block calling me Young Mitch Block calling me Young Mitch Block calling me Young Mitch Block calling me Young Mitch Block calling me Young Mitch Block calling me Since I pulled out that Bimmer Block calling me Young Mitch Girls hopping in like front flips Banks calling me young rich Credit score 826 Cops on me I ain't do sh** Zip lock my new sh** Rent money my new kicks Verse 2 (Keem Bellair) Lyrical beast Eat Up ah track That's a lyrical feast Literally I'm a literal beast f** wid just a little weed You gone get off yuh feet Tell no lie what ah n***a could be Opp or real What this n***a gone be p**y a** n***as Talking who they gone beat That choppa move fast Betta get up off yuh feet Like D-Wade n***a Pa** me the Heat Them sluggz real hot Like 90 degrees n***as talk sh** But Dont Hang With The Gz Call Lat b**h double R The way she blow on her knees Everything new Always fly with the feets n***as talk clothes Don't got no receipts Broke a** n***as sell they soul for a G I'm here to bless the game n***a call me the priest What you call fly Been dead on the streets Yea Keem here Just to bag up the beat Been k**ed this sh** Now the beat is deceased Gorillas & Apes Gone bang on the trees Can't stop now Cause my n***as out here Planet of the Apes My Nighas Don't Care f** that sh** man My n***as don't fear Any p**y n***a Talking sh** around here Hook: (G5 Elz) Since I pulled out that Bimmer Block calling me Young Mitch Block calling me Young Mitch Block calling me Young Mitch Block calling me Young Mitch Block calling me Young Mitch Block calling me Young Mitch Block calling me Since I pulled out that Bimmer Block calling me Young Mitch Girls hopping in like front fronts Banks calling me young rich Credit score 826 Cops on me I ain't do sh** Zip lock my new sh** Rent money my new kicks