Thelonious Martin - YDN lyrics

[Intro] Cold Game Motherf**er! [Verse 1] Yea! Reality check, son These n***as talking money but ain't cashing checks son These n***as my stepsons I'm hitting your moms Take your little sister to prom and I bust her like rhymes Keep selling them dimes and busting them nines I already ate Jordan VII's and Jordan VI's f** a release date 5-star dinner date In a 4-door with these b**hes from outta state You in a Honda Accord with three n***as thats too fake I'm the one that won't take no sh** Grandma, your grandson ain't no b**h Model b**hes can't take no dick n***as out here hitting dumb a** licks Get jammed up and I bet he'll snitch Buy a pit bull and a pistol and he think he the sh** Who you think you is n***a? Now you selling dope that's ridiculous n***a While I just blew your re-up on a necklace n***a aw! [Hook] Always posted up on the block Getting money, dodging cops Kicking raps like a young dumb n***a Always telling n***as what you got But you boys ain't calling shots People say that I'm a young dumb n***a Always posted up on the block Getting money, dodging cops Kicking raps like a young dumb n***a Always telling n***as what you got But you boys ain't calling shots People say that I'm a young dumb n***a [Verse 2] Young dumb n***a getting paid off this sh** Mobbing through the streets like a parade in this b**h Hating on the low throwing shade like a b**h While I'm up in L.A. in the shade with your b**h I can't see you Stevie Wonder shades in this b**h Balling hard like A.I. fresh braids in this b**h French maids in the crib keep it clean like my Force's Dirty money looking gorgeous my b**h flawless Take trips to Florida New World Order Fast food drive-thru I don't know what to order I'm with somebody's daughter she doing things I taught her She's crying on my shoulder the game getting colder This b**h is bi-polar I pull up and roll up My young n***as soldiers b**h I thought I told ya Them big clips they load up you f** boys got no luck You better tell your ho duck Put the windows down n***a, hold up! [Hook] Always posted up on the block Getting money, dodging cops Kicking raps like a young dumb n***a Always telling n***as what you got But you boys ain't calling shots People say that I'm a young dumb n***a Always posted up on the block Getting money, dodging cops Kicking raps like a young dumb n***a Always telling n***as what you got But you boys ain't calling shots People say that I'm a young dumb n***a