King Dyl - YNS lyrics

{Hook: Wuda} Louie , Balmain , Maison Margeila, that's that young n***a sh** Pull up pull off wit a n***a b**h, young n***a sh** Foreign car off da lot, pedal to the metal, young n***a sh** Sippin' purple wit sum thick and yellow that's that young n***a sh** {Verse 1: Wuda} I walk in the store and go crazy, designer designer designer A hundred dollars for a line up, I lace my whole body with diamonds I pull up in some take yo' hoe, let me find out n***as broke Foreign ain't even got a roof, see an opp I'm out it with a scope Sacks fifth with a roll, glizzy tucked and I'm sippin' purple n***a you a think I got a cold White b**h s** dick, real thick but she play with her nose He was out flexing, sorry I finessed him ain't know that was your bro Now look, foreal ain't know I pull up, I pull off like skrt, I give the cops that work I do the dash, swing the a** fishtail then I go hop in a vert Make sure ain't f** up these shoes, I'm drippin' sauce when I walk Cost me about 11 blues, be extra careful with the food Baby girl you excused, when you snooze you lose Stepping out they choose, whole body wrapped in trues Audi driving with no mileage drive it like a chevy cutting up with ya boo Couple racks off in folly's rolling off a molly try me I'm a shoot (Steph Curry) {Hook} {Verse 2: King Dyl} Flexed up, I just got my check up, They say that we next up The Opps gone respect us, Wuda got techs up, Better put that lil' vest up Young n***as Wit ambition, When we shoot we ain't missin' We love them extensions You jus want attention, Better stop all that dissin', For you end up missin' Young n***a I Got Trues On Me, 20s 50s they know I got blues on me You snooze you lose homie, We play wit them rockets in the streets ain't no rules homie For beezy we flex in designer, I gotta' go hard till my time up, SSP it ain't that hard to find us Don't sleep they know we got nines tucked My hood don't play round, Bodies Laying Ina play ground Birds chirping like a town, 100 shots Ina k round, 11 shots no space jams All my n***as gone do some,Yeah We all gone shoot some And we all gone bruise some, Win all we don't lose none Shots fired clear the scene nobody never knew none