Yvngmeeks - ptso Lyrics

Yeah
He keep talm' bout slatt, I'm like where the f*ck yo Rick Owen
I just f*cked that bad bitch then she get gone
Yeah my outfit cost what the f*ck yo rent owe
Yeah, bitch my whip ain't no f*ckin' rental
Yeah, pull up on yo block and you get gone
Yeah, I got type of music get your bitch on
Yeah, spent bout 100k, I put that shit on
Yeah, runnin' around in the slatt, uh
Runnin' around in the bank, I had to go and check my bank account
Yeah, I could buy two houses with my bank amount
When I pull up to that shit you can't een' talk about
All that shit that I done did, all that shit I'm bout
Uh flexin' on these hoes I'm a flexer boy
Yeah, ain't give f*ck bout shit but this cheddar boy
Ima' pull up all black like a Raider boy
You don't give a f*ck bout them diamonds, you a hater boy
I ain't gon' give f*ck bout these bitches, all my bitches pretty
I don't leave up out the house unless my gang all with me
Ima' throw all these hunnids give a f*ck bout 50's
Bitch you talkin' on Yvngmeeks, bitch I run this city (Aight)
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Yeah if I don't wear Balenci then who gon' wear it
Huh, if I don't wear Fendi then gon who gon wear it
Yeah, pull up witcho gang you know that you get carried
Yeah, bitch this could get bloody like my bitch named Carrie
Yeah, I might put this shit on yeah this shit get dangerous
Yeah, I might put this shit on yeah this shit get heavy
Yeah, he call on my name then I might call up Aaron
Yeah I just f*cked a bad hoe I think her name Karen
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I just f*cked a bad hoe I think her name Karen
Yeah, I just love that bitch, and she keep on staring
Yeah, leave em to the birds like his name is Larry