Aye, aye, aye
Y-y-y-yeah
121
121 (One)
I don't f*ck with 12
Right after one (After one)
Boy I duck the cops
I got to run (I gotta go)
You ain't gone play me like a f*cking chump
I do what the f*ck I want
When the motha f*ck I want
Came to the slop
If you top, then you may get the tongue
Heard you a freak
Man, girl go 'head and show me sum
Cum for me, girl you know I love it
I ain't trippin' just let me touch it
Yeah
How you mean you ain't heard of da team
Man it's kill everything
YSB-SBZ
And I'm wildin' hella childish
And my people actin' modest
They be cheesin'
Grill be shinnin'
And these women straight from college
She be like "oh, you stylin' "
Chico became my stylist
I rock rubber bands, no diamonds
And I'm known to spend that knowledge
I mean, you got it all from the jugg
I got this shit from a book
I stay home with the gang
We got drugs from the crooks
F*ckin' my system up
It's about time you about to give it up
Damn Chynna can we chill or what
Need that gas, girl I fill you up
I'on really know those niggas
Smash like I'on know bitches
Tattoo that YSB
Damn man I'm just f*ckin' witchu
Yeah 121, 121 (One)
I don't f*ck with 12
Right after one (After one)
Cop pull me over
And I finna run (Skrrt skrrt)
You can f*ckin' hear us
You can see us come
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Stay tuned nigga
Starting a new world
SBZ-YSB
Young trap boys in this mothaf*cka (Yeah, yeah, yeah)