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yn jay - us 23 lyrics

[intro]
(it’s a wayne beat)
(his name’s pablo)

[verse 1: rio da yung og]
i got a gun on me right now
twelve hundred dollars for a pipe, n+gga, 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
i’m on 7 mile, spudd showed me how to press
this eleven thousand, finna buy a pint of tech
i own seven houses, n+gga, f+ck 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’ n+ggas in they sh+t
can’t believe a hatin’ broke+ass n+gga said i snitched
remove the “s” and the “n” and the “t,” b+tch, i’m rich
eyeballin’, i don’t know what i just poured, i think a six
every time a n+gga say somethin’ about a bird, i’m thinkin’ bricks
but i ain’t talkin’ ’bout a white hood
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 n+ggas for? you gon’ die alone
[verse 2: yn jay]
ah, yeah
i’ll still pour fours of— yeah
i’ll still— d+mn
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?)
n+ggas signed a bullsh+t record deal, he can’t drop a song (aha)
i’ll firebomb a n+gga crib, stop, drop, and roll
this n+gga 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 b+tches out (never)
performed at rolling loud, i seen b+tches pullin’ titties out (they did?)

[verse 3: grindhard e]
i’m a backwood smoker, i hate al capones
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 n+gga with a punt, ambulance, come pick him up
i just poured a muddy— alright
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 about our cups, they was uneven
[verse 4: rio da yung og & yn jay]
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
b+tch bad, but she can’t suck d+ck, i’m losin’ interest
the glock 9 mine, the ruger a rental
hundred n+ggas 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’d cut my stomach open, pourin’ juice out my kidney
had good p+ssy, left your boo with a hickey
made a million by myself, i’ma p++p 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
f+ck the price, i’m tryna live life, i depend on these (hold on, ri, let me get it)

[verse 5: yn jay]
i spent twenty thousand on guns, this expensive beef (okay)
this chair i’m sittin’ on right now is an expensive seat
b+tch went and got a bbl, she got expensive cheeks (ooh)
b+tch went and got her smile fixed, she got a— oh my (d+mn)
b+tch went and got her smile done, she got expensive t++th (ayy, she did?)
i’m ridin’ in a h+llcat listenin’ to chicken p
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
ooh, i got a b+tch shakin’ ass, too
d+mn, she can shake that ass slow and do it fast too
my new b+tch got ass and she bad too (she pretty)
these hoes can’t f+ck with my b+tch, that’s why they mad too (they mad)
[verse 6: grindhard e]
grind hard, 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 sh+t 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 n+gga 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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