Letra de Hangover - YN Jay

(Feat. Sada Baby, Skilla Baby)

(Thank you, J X L A N, I appreciate you)

Ayy

Real street nigga, in the kitchen wrappin' 'bows when it was Christmastime

Told a bitch I'm finna leave, don't forget your sign

Like a watch fully bustdown, barely see the time

Bitch got a wig and makeup, but she still fine

They say the water deep as fuck, but I'ma still dive

I be in the hood with the B's, it's a real hive

Me and bro don't got no handshake, we slap five

Hit this bitch for thirty-seven minutes, got my back tired

Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh, bitch, ah

Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh, shit

Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh, beat the cat down

I growled at a bitch, she said, "Meow," she made cat sounds

Finna WWE this bitch, she get smacked down

You can tell we beatin' out this spot, this a trap sound

You can touch your ceilings in your crib, that's a flat house

I'm only in your city twenty hours, then I'm back out

You ain't got no beat in your car, where the speakers at?

It's gettin' cold as fuck outside, where my heater at?

I'm finna beat somebody ass, where my beater at?

I'm finna pour a whole pint of Wock', where a two-liter at?

Tryna buy a car off the lot, where a two-seater at?

This bitch eat dick good, but I don't feed her ass

Beat her doonies down, she go back home, you tryna beat her ass

You a lil' nasty freaky dude, you gon' eat her ass

I could teach you how to get some money, you don't need no class

Get respect and I show respect, I don't need no pass

Catch a nigga at a red light, bah-bah-bah-bah, I'm finna leave your ass

Oh shit, fuck

Oh shit, they shootin' at the whip, I'm 'bout to smack the coupe

Please put my hops on the floor, throw me an alley-oop (Huh?)

I'll get a nigga noodled like Campbell soup

Bah-bah-bah, grab the whoop (Huh?)

Man, my opps ain't no killers, they don't got shooters

I'll box a nigga up, Skilla Zab Judah

They said they said I'm a bitch, who started that rumor?

That's why I don't like niggas, I be tryna fight niggas

Huh, that's why every week, I'm in the strikers tryna strike niggas

Huh, real pit, fucked up in the head, I'll bite niggas

Name good enough to get the bricks on consignment

Give me that pussy, boo, I'll introduce you to the Coochie Man

I finger bitches with my right thumb, that's my coochie hand

Your head might not make me cum, but your coochie can

She put vinegar in the water, now she smooth again

She just let me fuck, now that pussy loose again

Huh, I ain't showin' up for free, man, you gotta pay

Do I sound like YN Jay?

Long arms in the whip with me, Dr. J

Man, I keep my peace on me, namasté

Got some Haitian hitters in the whip with me, sak pase

Hit a bitch at 7:59, she was blocked by 8

Told the police that was Dennis Graham's, that's not my Drac' (Huh?)

Drop my opp same day that I drop my tape (Huh?)

I ain't comin' out my pod without my shank

My account in the negative, I'm 'bout to, ah

My account in the negative, I'm 'bout to rob my bank (Hah)

I remember when the OJs was a thirty—

I remember when the OJs was a thirty-piece

Tell a nigga, "You not gettin' money, you ain't heard of these"

Naw, nigga, you not gettin' money, them is Purple jeans

Naw, nigga, keep on actin' funny, be done murdered him

Naw, nigga, I'm the perfect nigga for a murder scheme

Naw, nigga, get to stirrin' dope, look like Ovaltine

Naw, nigga, get to mixin' shit, look like Nesquik

Naw, nigga, get to shakin' shit, look like egg beaters

Naw, four-nick loud as hell like it had tweeters

Naw, four-nick loud as hell like an amp on it

Naw, four-nick got a light like a lamp on it

Naw, fishscale still workin', good compressor next to that

I'll push a pussy nigga like a pack

Naw, got his bitch pussy hooked on pipe like I'm crack

Naw, chopper came from Channel 47, Samurai Jack

Purple drank came from Channel 46, Jimmy Neutron

A Wocky flurry, sip it, then I burp, tell your bitch I moved on

Naw, I can't flirt and I can't share no Percs, tell a bitch to move on

You get hurt, end up on a shirt and keep on gettin' rerolled

Talkin' 'bout in the dirt, blicky out a vert, I can't make it worse

Get him murked, put him in a hearse, scared, go to church

Watch me lurkin', you know we gon' swerve, his sister got some nerve

Tried to act like I ain't bag the bitch without buyin' no purse

Make a promise, matter fact, it's merch, sound like Lil Durk

Press a nigga just like he deserve, make his mama twerk

Watch me slide down a nigga block, it look like I'm surfin'

They keep dyin' whenever they outside, niggas lookin' nervous, ah-duh

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