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[ Featuring Chief Keef, mgk ]

Sosa baby
Reportin' live from the glo pad
Gang in this bitch
You know how we rockin , cut off stockings
Kush in my pocket nigga, all designer
Get yo' girl number
Get ready for the turnt up hahaha
Smack the shit outta him
Smack the shit outta him

Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)

Young man, young man, I don't want to hear that no mo'
Bitch I done grew up blew up, more like og for sure
They call me a savage (they call me a savage)
I be doin' damage (i be doin' damage)
Smokin' with your bitch (smokin', smokin', smokin')
Posin' for the camera, I look like a model (f*ck it)
Jamo out the bottle (f*ck it)
40 in the glove box, that shit fill you up with hollows (boom)

Where the smokes at?
Roll it, roll it, roll it
Cash in a bag
I hold it, hold it, hold it
Niggas hatin' on me
I know it, know it, know it
Got a pint of the narcotics
You know I'mma pour it, pour it, pour it

Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)

Bitch I pop top on your block on the west side feelin' like pac
Bandana swing out my pocket
Middle finger up muthaf*ck cops
Catch me in the land with the hat back
Matte black range rove', pistol where the lap at?
Oz in the backpack, 26 years old, more hoes than the rat pack

Young man, young man, I don't want to hear that no mo'
Bitch I done grew up blew up, more like OG for sure

This is for the muthaf*ckas who ain't livin' by the rules
This is for my youngins' out here finna act a muthaf*ckin fool
I'm forever young blue and red pills feelin like the matrix
You know where I'm from, don't nobody ask for nothin' we just take it

Young man, young man (always stay down for your bros)
Young man, young man (don't you ever break the code)
Young man, young man (don't get caught up in these hoes)
Young man, young man (go live that live that you suppose)

Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
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Sosa baby
Reportin' live from the glo pad
Gang in this bitch
You know how we rockin , cut off stockings
Kush in my pocket nigga, all designer
Get yo' girl number
Get ready for the turnt up hahaha
Smack the shit outta him
Smack the shit outta him

Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)

Young man, young man, I don't want to hear that no mo'
Bitch I done grew up blew up, more like og for sure
They call me a savage (they call me a savage)
I be doin' damage (i be doin' damage)
Smokin' with your bitch (smokin', smokin', smokin')
Posin' for the camera, I look like a model (f*ck it)
Jamo out the bottle (f*ck it)
40 in the glove box, that shit fill you up with hollows (boom)

Where the smokes at?
Roll it, roll it, roll it
Cash in a bag
I hold it, hold it, hold it
Niggas hatin' on me
I know it, know it, know it
Got a pint of the narcotics
You know I'mma pour it, pour it, pour it

Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)

Bitch I pop top on your block on the west side feelin' like pac
Bandana swing out my pocket
Middle finger up muthaf*ck cops
Catch me in the land with the hat back
Matte black range rove', pistol where the lap at?
Oz in the backpack, 26 years old, more hoes than the rat pack

Young man, young man, I don't want to hear that no mo'
Bitch I done grew up blew up, more like OG for sure

This is for the muthaf*ckas who ain't livin' by the rules
This is for my youngins' out here finna act a muthaf*ckin fool
I'm forever young blue and red pills feelin like the matrix
You know where I'm from, don't nobody ask for nothin' we just take it

Young man, young man (always stay down for your bros)
Young man, young man (don't you ever break the code)
Young man, young man (don't get caught up in these hoes)
Young man, young man (go live that live that you suppose)

Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
Young man, young man (all my youngins' in this bitch)
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Writer: Brandon Allen, Keith Cozart, Richard Colson Baker, Stephen Basil
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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