Yeah, Ysl (Ysl)
F*ck school, I could've gone to Yale (Gone to Yale)
Good head like she came from Yale (Came from Yale)
Orange jumpsuit came straight from jail (I've been locked up)
Yeah, Ysl (Ysl)
Smoking till my lungs drop in hell (Drop in hell)
I got gas I don't need no shell (Need no shell)
I don't need you, I don't need no help (Don't need no help)
Young nigga finna lose his mind
Deep thoughts yeah you know I'm in trouble (Yeah you know I'm in trouble)
Like what if I don't get signed
But I'm in my bag like a duffle (In my bag like a duffle)
I'm your nigga times two, then double (Then double)
And you know I make it rain, you make puddles (Make puddles)
Been scheming, been plotting on this bitch (Been plotting on this bitch)
She got sugar daddies but she gone make me rich (Rich rich)
Yeah, Ysl (Ysl)
F*ck school, I could've gone to Yale (Gone to Yale)
Good head like she came from Yale (Came from Yale)
Orange jumpsuit came straight from jail (I've been locked up)
Yeah, Ysl (Ysl)
Smoking till my lungs drop in hell (Drop in hell)
I got gas I don't need no shell (Need no shell)
I don't need you, I don't need no help (Don't need no help)
I need all my checks please
AKs and Bentleys
Gucci and Fendi
This AK not friendly
Ain't no pretending
And I leave the whole clip empty and I got your brains spilling, woah (Woah woah)
Murder on my mind and it gives me this feeling, woah (Woah woah)
Rolling with bloody seats and I made a killing (Woah)
I made a killing
Baby you feel it
Father you niggas like one of my children
I know this beginning but I want a billion
She go pop a perc like my diamonds be spinning
Shawty top a nigga cherry ice cream
Shawty top a nigga like its sloppy
And we tote glocks but I fight like I'm Ali
You get knocked out quick caught a body
Yeah
West side nigga from Cali (From Cali)
I put VVS on your neck cotton candy (Cotton candy)
Hitting licks so my clothes kinda baggy
Red beam at your head like acne
Yeah this choppa make you run like a track meet (Run like a track meet)
Too much drip you can't match me (Aye)
Yeah the opps on our back hit the backstreet boy
I can sing to your bitch like a backstreet boy
Aye
Yuh
Aye
Yuh
And if you hit my cell you going right to jail (Shh shh)
All this ice on me looks like Juelz Santana
Me and my team yeah we always top 5, Alabama (Top 5 top 5)
No Nike but we do it (No Nike but we do it)
You can check the bandana (bandana bandana)
I got a bitch from Atlanta (Atlanta)
Yeah she like it on camera
Fly her out to Fontana (Imma uber that bitch)
Let her come and see the kid, let her come and see the kid
Show you how we f*cking live
Let her come and see the kid, let her come and see the kid
Fly you out to Fontana
Yeah, Ysl (Ysl)
F*ck school, I could've gone to Yale (Gone to Yale)
Good head like she came from Yale (Came from Yale)
Orange jumpsuit came straight from jail (I've been locked up)
Yeah, Ysl (Ysl)
Smoking till my lungs drop in hell (Drop in hell)
I got gas I don't need no shell (Need no shell)
I don't need you, I don't need no help (Don't need no help)
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Yeah, Ysl (Ysl)
F*ck school, I could've gone to Yale (Gone to Yale)
Good head like she came from Yale (Came from Yale)
Orange jumpsuit came straight from jail (I've been locked up)
Yeah, Ysl (Ysl)
Smoking till my lungs drop in hell (Drop in hell)
I got gas I don't need no shell (Need no shell)
I don't need you, I don't need no help (Don't need no help)
Young nigga finna lose his mind
Deep thoughts yeah you know I'm in trouble (Yeah you know I'm in trouble)
Like what if I don't get signed
But I'm in my bag like a duffle (In my bag like a duffle)
I'm your nigga times two, then double (Then double)
And you know I make it rain, you make puddles (Make puddles)
Been scheming, been plotting on this bitch (Been plotting on this bitch)
She got sugar daddies but she gone make me rich (Rich rich)
Yeah, Ysl (Ysl)
F*ck school, I could've gone to Yale (Gone to Yale)
Good head like she came from Yale (Came from Yale)
Orange jumpsuit came straight from jail (I've been locked up)
Yeah, Ysl (Ysl)
Smoking till my lungs drop in hell (Drop in hell)
I got gas I don't need no shell (Need no shell)
I don't need you, I don't need no help (Don't need no help)
I need all my checks please
AKs and Bentleys
Gucci and Fendi
This AK not friendly
Ain't no pretending
And I leave the whole clip empty and I got your brains spilling, woah (Woah woah)
Murder on my mind and it gives me this feeling, woah (Woah woah)
Rolling with bloody seats and I made a killing (Woah)
I made a killing
Baby you feel it
Father you niggas like one of my children
I know this beginning but I want a billion
She go pop a perc like my diamonds be spinning
Shawty top a nigga cherry ice cream
Shawty top a nigga like its sloppy
And we tote glocks but I fight like I'm Ali
You get knocked out quick caught a body
Yeah
West side nigga from Cali (From Cali)
I put VVS on your neck cotton candy (Cotton candy)
Hitting licks so my clothes kinda baggy
Red beam at your head like acne
Yeah this choppa make you run like a track meet (Run like a track meet)
Too much drip you can't match me (Aye)
Yeah the opps on our back hit the backstreet boy
I can sing to your bitch like a backstreet boy
Aye
Yuh
Aye
Yuh
And if you hit my cell you going right to jail (Shh shh)
All this ice on me looks like Juelz Santana
Me and my team yeah we always top 5, Alabama (Top 5 top 5)
No Nike but we do it (No Nike but we do it)
You can check the bandana (bandana bandana)
I got a bitch from Atlanta (Atlanta)
Yeah she like it on camera
Fly her out to Fontana (Imma uber that bitch)
Let her come and see the kid, let her come and see the kid
Show you how we f*cking live
Let her come and see the kid, let her come and see the kid
Fly you out to Fontana
Yeah, Ysl (Ysl)
F*ck school, I could've gone to Yale (Gone to Yale)
Good head like she came from Yale (Came from Yale)
Orange jumpsuit came straight from jail (I've been locked up)
Yeah, Ysl (Ysl)
Smoking till my lungs drop in hell (Drop in hell)
I got gas I don't need no shell (Need no shell)
I don't need you, I don't need no help (Don't need no help)
F*ck school, I could've gone to Yale (Gone to Yale)
Good head like she came from Yale (Came from Yale)
Orange jumpsuit came straight from jail (I've been locked up)
Yeah, Ysl (Ysl)
Smoking till my lungs drop in hell (Drop in hell)
I got gas I don't need no shell (Need no shell)
I don't need you, I don't need no help (Don't need no help)
Young nigga finna lose his mind
Deep thoughts yeah you know I'm in trouble (Yeah you know I'm in trouble)
Like what if I don't get signed
But I'm in my bag like a duffle (In my bag like a duffle)
I'm your nigga times two, then double (Then double)
And you know I make it rain, you make puddles (Make puddles)
Been scheming, been plotting on this bitch (Been plotting on this bitch)
She got sugar daddies but she gone make me rich (Rich rich)
Yeah, Ysl (Ysl)
F*ck school, I could've gone to Yale (Gone to Yale)
Good head like she came from Yale (Came from Yale)
Orange jumpsuit came straight from jail (I've been locked up)
Yeah, Ysl (Ysl)
Smoking till my lungs drop in hell (Drop in hell)
I got gas I don't need no shell (Need no shell)
I don't need you, I don't need no help (Don't need no help)
I need all my checks please
AKs and Bentleys
Gucci and Fendi
This AK not friendly
Ain't no pretending
And I leave the whole clip empty and I got your brains spilling, woah (Woah woah)
Murder on my mind and it gives me this feeling, woah (Woah woah)
Rolling with bloody seats and I made a killing (Woah)
I made a killing
Baby you feel it
Father you niggas like one of my children
I know this beginning but I want a billion
She go pop a perc like my diamonds be spinning
Shawty top a nigga cherry ice cream
Shawty top a nigga like its sloppy
And we tote glocks but I fight like I'm Ali
You get knocked out quick caught a body
Yeah
West side nigga from Cali (From Cali)
I put VVS on your neck cotton candy (Cotton candy)
Hitting licks so my clothes kinda baggy
Red beam at your head like acne
Yeah this choppa make you run like a track meet (Run like a track meet)
Too much drip you can't match me (Aye)
Yeah the opps on our back hit the backstreet boy
I can sing to your bitch like a backstreet boy
Aye
Yuh
Aye
Yuh
And if you hit my cell you going right to jail (Shh shh)
All this ice on me looks like Juelz Santana
Me and my team yeah we always top 5, Alabama (Top 5 top 5)
No Nike but we do it (No Nike but we do it)
You can check the bandana (bandana bandana)
I got a bitch from Atlanta (Atlanta)
Yeah she like it on camera
Fly her out to Fontana (Imma uber that bitch)
Let her come and see the kid, let her come and see the kid
Show you how we f*cking live
Let her come and see the kid, let her come and see the kid
Fly you out to Fontana
Yeah, Ysl (Ysl)
F*ck school, I could've gone to Yale (Gone to Yale)
Good head like she came from Yale (Came from Yale)
Orange jumpsuit came straight from jail (I've been locked up)
Yeah, Ysl (Ysl)
Smoking till my lungs drop in hell (Drop in hell)
I got gas I don't need no shell (Need no shell)
I don't need you, I don't need no help (Don't need no help)
Writer: Babatomiwa Adegoke
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid