Testo Young N***A - QUE.
Testo della canzone Young N***A (QUE.), tratta dall'album Young N***A
Young rich nigga made a milli off swiping
Seen it come and go like a motherfucking psychic
Hundred band juug, young nigga had to snatch it
Young rich nigga made a milli off of trapping
Young nigga playing with Mariah like Nick Cannon
All my goons young, I know I'm a money savage
Young nigga, young nigga
Young nigga, young nigga, young nigga
Young nigga, I stay with the pistols
I hang with drug dealers, gorillas and killers
Young rich nigga made a milli off swiping
Seen it come and go, like a motherfucking psychic
Brand new chopper with the beam, no license
Try to steal my cash that bitch gon bite like Mike Tyson
Young nigga, young nigga, young nigga, young nigga, young nigga
Young nigga, I stay with the pistols
I hang with drug dealers, gorillas, pill flippers and killers
I chill in the slum, concede with my plug, I made a mil using my skillet
Get lean by the tub, I'll show you some love
You cop some and get a free pigeon
I'm a drug dealer, got killas will kill ya
They do what I say it's no issue
Young nigga, my young niggas strapped with them pistols
They hit ya, yo momma gone miss you
Them bullets gone kiss you, my diamonds official
Like a referee with a whistle
Get 20k just for a picture, you buy the drank
I buy the pitcher, I see you pull up in that rental
You stashing them bricks in the fender
You got a trap house in the gate
The security posted, it say "do not enter"
Young nigga don't care 'bout your pistol
Young niggas they don't care who with you
I'm posted, ain't gotta do nothing
My young niggas hungry, I send em to hit you
Hanging with the drug dealers, nigga I am a real killer
Bullets the same size as missiles
Nigga you can come get your issue
I know that you softer than tissue
I know that my bullets gone hit you
My niggas got arms, they trap in the slums
Of Atlanta and Iraq and I know it's so dumb
Hundred rounds, call it Drumma Boy
Got a big ass tank, call it Tonka toy
Nah you don't want no drama boy
I'll eat a nigga ass like an Almond Joy
My nigga, my nigga, my nigga
My nigga, I don't want to hit you
I call my goons, you clear the room
My niggas come through and then let out a boom
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Writer(s): Quintin Square, Quavious Marshall, Kirsnick Khari Ball, Sonny Uwaezouke
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