FYM

(Yea uh) (Yea, yea, yea ah) Yea pull up on 'em with a Glock 19, sippin' on red f*ck you mean Yea and I don't gotta aim, 'cause my Glock got a beam Yea it got a beam on it, yea my big Brudda really bout it I can't go no where with out it, he said he better than me I doubt it (yea ah) Yea pull up on 'em with that chopstick, pull up with a Glock, it's gon hit Yea I cannot f*ck with that bitch, I just can't So I gotta reroute, so much money gotta recount Yea pull up on em G-19, 17, 43 (yea) It don't matter 'cause we gon dump, and you still gon bleed My cup got red like it's blood but I'm sippin' on lean I'm finna boot off, smokin' on runtz, that moon rock (yea moon rock) Yea pull up on em with that rue yea (with that rue) You know I be countin' blue yea (countin' blue) Pour up a four in the dew yea (yea) You know what I'm rockin', I be rockin' that bloom yea (rockin that bloom) (Yea, hit em up like yea) (Yea, yea, yea ah) (Yea smokin' on moon rock) Yea bitch I'm hooded up like Kenny (yea like Kenny) If I'm not sippin' lean, then I'm sippin Henny Yea I want money I want plenty I want a bad bitch like Jenny, yea, Jenna Ortega I want money I want paper, I just gotta call my big brother, get you hit up with that laser Rolling up runts yea I'm finna boot of (Hoe) With that rue, yea it's gon go off (yea go off, woah) I want money, I want (I want) Yea I want money, I want commas (yea) Yea I want money I want dollars, pull up on em with that thumpa' We finna spin back in a hell cat, it's all black And I pull up with my big Brudda yea just like that (huh, uh, huh) Yea just like that (huh, huh) Yea just like that (huh, uh, yea) Yea just like that (huh) (Yea) (Woah) Go, yea bitch I'm on go Pull up on em with that FN, you know that shit gon blow Yea and I just bought some sprite, im finna pour up four Im finna pour up six, yea rob your shit for that pint (yea I'ma rob your shit for that pint) (Yea) (Woah)