Letra de US 23 - YN Jay

(Feat. Rio Da Yung OG, GrindHard E)

(It's a Wayne beat)

(His name's Pablo)

I got a gun on me right now

Twelve hundred dollars for a pipe, nigga, pipe down

Gotta drink a four straight to get started, let's get high now

Big Bird got the Glock off an E, finna bite down (His name's Pablo)

I'm on 7 Mile, Spudd showed me how to press

This eleven thousand, finna buy a pint of Tech

I own seven houses, nigga, fuck a rap check

Plus my credit climbin', finna have an M quick

I'm a second-timer, can't get caught with another stick

But I'm never dyin', known for shootin' niggas in they shit

Can't believe a hatin' broke-ass nigga said I snitched

Remove the "S" and the "N" and the "T," bitch, I'm rich

Eyeballin', I don't know what I just poured, I think a six

Every time a nigga say somethin' 'bout a bird, I'm thinkin' bricks

But I ain't talkin' 'bout a white dove

Don't let the liquor hype you up and get popped, I don't fight in clubs

I just smoked so many Blacks, I need to buy a lung

Mike my real brother, so I'm ridin' with him, right or wrong

Catch me at the Boost store right on Welch, tryna buy a phone

Like, what you need a crew of niggas for? You gon' die alone

Ah, yeah, I still pour fours of— yeah

I still— damn, alright

I still pour fours of drank in the Styrofoam (Drank)

How you still tryna find a crib? You can't find a home (Ain't got no house)

Nigga signed a bullshit record deal, he can't drop a song (Aha)

I'll firebomb a nigga crib, stop, drop, and roll

This nigga can't afford steak and lobster, he eatin' sloppy joes (Ain't got no money)

Do you really know the Coochie Man? He got a lot of hoes (Coochie Man)

I don't sit in one spot too long, I just stop and go (I'm gone)

I'm in and out, I found another way, I got a different route (Yeah)

He jumped in the game missin' shots, I had to sit him out

Don't mind me, sometimes I'm fightin' demons, get to trippin' out (Trippin')

I don't never go to sleep with hoes, I put bitches out (Never)

Performed at Rolling Loud, I seen bitches pullin' titties out (They did?)

I'm a Backwood smoker, I hate Al Capone

Bought a pint, drunk an eight, sold a four, but I stashed a four

Would you believe me if I said I ain't tax no more?

I had to sit down and think like, "It's rap or dope"

Should I rap or sell dope? I had to pick one

Group full of hoes came in, ain't had to pick one

I bought twenty-eight— alright

I bought twenty-eight flavors from A1, I couldn't pick one

They steady blowin' up my phone, I ain't pickin' up

Drop a big-ass nigga with a punt, ambulance come pick him up

I just poured a muddy-ass— ah

I just poured a muddy-ass pop with a six in one

That's a six in a one-liter

I just hit the pint raw, got my tongue fiendin'

We just got in an argument 'bout our cups, they was uneven

This a Jubilee, this ain't nothin' like a presi'

This a Gucci tee, it was real close to seven

Oh, you want smoke? You gon' get blew down if I inhale it

Want beef, I'ma pop you, now you real close to Heaven

Plugged in, twenty-seven for a brick in Houston, Texas

So many chains on, I might lose a necklace

Bitch bad, but she can't suck dick, I'm losin' interest

The Glock 9 mine, the Ruger a rental

Hundred niggas in the crowd, I'ma shoot in the middle

In the middle of the hood, takin' a photoshoot in a Bentley

It might not sound right, but I'm pourin' juice in a Simply

At this point, I cut my stomach open, pourin' juice out my kidney

Had good pussy, left your boo with a hickey

Made a million by myself, I'ma poop on the industry

You don't gotta rap for real, living proof, it's just chemistry

My granny sold her son all the drank, she a new enemy

They like, "Rio signed to Peezy and to Louie independently"

Me, Mike, and Lou dropped a chain, it's new-pendant me

Nodded off the drank cookin' dope, mama found me in the kitchen sleep

Three thousand for an FN, I buy expensive heats

Fuck the price, I'm tryna live life, I depend on these (Hold on, Ri, let me get it)

I spent twenty thousand on guns, this expensive beef (Okay)

This chair I'm sittin' on right now is an expensive seat (No bullshit)

Bitch went and got a BBL, she got expensive cheeks (Ooh)

Bitch went and got her smile fixed, she got a— oh my (Damn)

Bitch went and got her smile done, she got expensive teeth (Ayy, she did?)

I'm ridin' in a Hellcat, listenin' to Chicken P (Huh?)

You wouldn't believe how much I spent on my kitchen sink (No cap)

I pulled up in a Redeye, you'd think the whip can blink (Damn)

Ooh, I got a bitch shakin' ass too

Damn, she can shake that ass slow and do it fast too (Pick it up)

My new bitch got ass and she bad too (She pretty)

These hoes can't fuck with my bitch, that's why they mad too (They mad)

GrindHard, my whole family depend on me

Taxin' for the pills, I ain't never been to Tennessee

Twenty-five a gram, I remember it was ten a G

Fifteen for the 7.50 five-hundreds, I want ten apiece

Woke up with a thousand, end up— ah

Woke up with a thousand, went to sleep with ten on me

Times ten, that's a hundred thousand

This shit gettin' out of hand, I need a money counter

My white boy got some wax, but I wanted flower

I tried to trade his ass some pills, but he wanted powder

Told my next sale twenty minutes, but I took an hour

He wanted uppers, but I sold him downers

Pistol in the bed, AR on the counter

Let a nigga touch one of mine, it's gon' be a problem

Baow, hit him in the head, he gon' need some trauma

Tryna buy a whole brick, must be an out-of-towner

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