Nauce - Yungboi Lyrics

Yungboi too fly make you step back
Damn, lemme see yo step back
Whole squad running up, you'll get set back
203, how we coming where you set at
New Polo tee got em like, where you get that
Im livin' life thinking lambo that be jet black
New ice give you chills better get back
Broke boy why you home go and get racks

Im only sinning to get it
N' Im too sick need a medic
And I just really want credit
Just put my name in the credits
You dont believe me just check it
And if I want it I get it
I put that shit on my debit
You gotta learn from yo lessons
Or then you wont get the message
So say goodbye to you blessings
Or you'll be driving a Lexus
Right down thru I-87
Is what it come down to
Shawty lookin bad you'll get dicked down too
Last round one then you get round Two
Then I knock the pussy out
Cuz a kid got moves
You could call me tropicana cause a kid got juice
Pour it in a fanta now your boy cant move
F*cking wit the gang you could really get the boot
Bitch talk shit to the bottom of my shoes
Now they is red before they were blue
Its Nauce wit the sauce so you gotta keep it cool
Need a floaty in the pussy cuz Im drowning in the pool like
Cuz Im drowning in the pool
Get cheese like a packer
Ball out Lowry on the raptors
Ever since a kid I wanna be a rapper
Ima charger for the dick no adaptor
Word play too sick I got cancer
Iverson on the beat Im the answer
And now your shawty hit my line got no answer
I need a bitch to throw it back like a dancer
Smoke grass big woods like a camper
Bitch I stay blacked out like a panther
Watch yo mouth lil boy mind yo manners
You a pussy lil boy need to man up
You a comic ass boy no stand up
And I cant really stand it
Imma bandit
Beckham how the way I bend it
Ima send it
If I say it then I meant it dont get offended
Bitch I aint lovin' you nah this a freindship
Bitches say they friends, but the friends with benefits
I aint got too many freinds roll wit dead presidents
Ya I roll wit dead presidents now