young d – new species lyrics
[verse 1 : young d]
aye young d, young d
told that b-tch don’t make me dip (aye)
next time i pull up in a viper whip
still trappin’ out the metro
sold ten phones
ten trap phones just to make a flip
told ya this
aw yeah boy
hoes used to not f-ck with the boy
now they watchin’ us cause they know i’m next
thirty on my watch and thirty on my wrist
(?) head to toe
thought i told you this
cartier be all on my lens
you ain’t gang if you ain’t help me cop that benz
straight up out the slums where you don’t make it from
i do this sh-t on my own
[chorus : lil yachty]
me and my n-gg-s a different species
you can’t tell us nothing we the feces (aye we the sh-t)
standing eight feet tall like a tiki (we big body)
[verse 2 : lil yachty]
them n-gg-s bang red to (?) (them n-gg-s bloods)
they don’t give a f-ck
they’ll bust it on sesame street (them n-gg-s shooters)
we the type to have sweet dreams on elm street (don’t give a f-ck)
you the type to fake (?) i stay creep (you n-gg-s p-ssy)
to all you n-gg-s i’m the devil (i know you scared)
n-gg-s don’t come close to my level (you n-gg-s low bodied)
these n-gg-s ain’t my n-gg-s they wonder boys (these n-gg-s p-ssy n-gg-s)
give me five more months and we’ll be bezel boys (i keep that rolex watch)
i’m putting on for my city (that’s my hometown)
six flags drive, you salute me when you see me (i know you f-ck with boat)
b-tches suck d-ck cause i’m pretty (i know you sucked me up)
i got way too much money
[chorus : lil yachty]
me and my n-gg-s a different species
you can’t tell us nothing we the feces (nah we the sh-t)
standing eight feet tall like a tiki
[verse 3 : burberry perry]
i remember being back at home
i remember n-gg-s sh-t on me now n-gg-s can’t leave me ‘lone
can’t sh-t on me no more n-gg- yeah leave my porsche alone
yo’ b-tch she blew me like a saxophone
where she goin’
i heard she was hoin’
i’m out on yo’ block
i check her house and she was hoin’
yeah she was rowin’
yeah i was scorin’
(?)
if you hear this girl i’m sorry that i snitched
and i’m sorry nick but i had to f-ck yo’ b-tch
you a b-tch n-gg-, f-ck you and yo’ clique
see y’all n-gg-s when i pull off inna foreign whip
[verse 4 : bigbruthachubba]
i just hit yo’ b-tch from the back
then i run off with the sack
you just might get hit with the mac
if you want the pack come to the trap
i just put the six on the map
i can’t even lie i can’t cap
i don’t f-ck with you don’t want no dap
then i f-cked a little b-tch then take a nap
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