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au$tin x - †yvng gxd† lyrics

opening hook:
i’m a young god aye
i’ma shoot for my squad aye
b-tch you fake and you fraud aye
i’m a young god aye
i’ma pull with a rod aye x2
aye, aye, aye, gang, gang, gang, gang

verse 1:
b-tch, i’m coolin’ makin’ music
i be smokin’ something stupid
b-tch i’m hot like metro boomin’
boi this backwood got me zooted
i be whippin’ with my unit, unguided and exclusive
f-ckin’ suck your music muted, in the courtroom i’m all suited
off the mollys therapeutic
boi i leave your screws all loosened, i’m on acid feeling lucid
stole your girl, b-tch i’m cupid, all you motherf-ckers useless
i can’t see you, you translucent
b-tch i’m extra f-cking saucy, h-ll yeah i got the juices
they like au$tin, you so saucy, b-tch she popped a couple oxys
now she giving sloppy toppy, man these hoes is wishy washy!
aye, my givenchy glossy, man it’s time for some versace
i was born with f-cking nothing so it’s time to do some flossin’
hit the mall we going shoppin’, kodak boppin’ with my posse’
and i heard these p-ss-es plottin’ so it’s time for no flockin’
load the glock, we pistol poppin, boi i popout pimp walking
see these jaws all droppin’ got you all f-ckin talkin’ aye

hook:
i’m a young god aye
i’ma shoot for my squad aye
b-tch you fake and you fraud aye
i’m shoot with a rod aye x2

verse 2:
i’m still hungry for that money, i be posted steady thumbin’
i could k!ll you with a b-tton, i’ma demon that y’all summoned
i’m the king that y’all be lovin, leave you wet, i’m f-ckin’ floodin’
man these b-tches holdin’ grudges till you break your f-ckin’ budget
my pockets fat, need liposuction, i’ma slide up in your function
b-tches dancin’ f-ckin’ drunken got her all squad bussin’
got her whole squad druggin’, i’m still out here f-ckin’ thuggin’
in the kitchen water juugin’ whippin’ m-ffins make a dozen aye
i’m the pieces to your puzzle, got some metal on my knuckles
let these haters get the shovel, boi i came up out the struggle
had to hustle, gained some muscle, i got gucci on my buckle
i got franklins in my duffle play with me, your -ss in trouble aye
girl, i cuff you like some shackles, f-ck with me his -ss got tackled
ballin’ like i won a raffle, watch my arrow hit your apple
you ain’t ready for no battle, i ain’t f-ckin’ with these ratchets
i ain’t got no time to travel, i’ma hit it gone like magic aye

hook:
i’m a young god aye
i’ma shoot for my squad aye
b-tch you fake and you fraud aye
i’m shoot with a rod aye x2

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