young prospects - yp freestyle lyrics
[verse 1: $lade]
tryna be stackin
i ain’t never slackin
all the homies wit me and you know that they be packin
if i ain’t smokin n-gga then i must be rappin
we mobbin lil n-gga, don’t let us catch you n-ggas back ends
rollin and smokin, rollin and smokin, rollin and smokin, no jokin when we tokin
ain’t trippin on a b-tch cause n-gga know that i be focused
don’t ask me where i’m at cause b-tch i’m probably posted
f-ck if you rappin n-gga, who got the most hits
comin at me n-gga, then you come for the whole clique
[verse 2: jflakko]
n-gga stop playin, n-gga stop hatin
you be switch lanin, finna get smoked, get smoked
we not up for no jokes, then i roll up and smoke and smoke
got a hitta blowin up my phone, yo girl home alone
and i pull up and i got some sh-t you wanna know
if you know you get blown, get blown
p-ssy, money, dro is all i think about hoe
so move hoe
{verse 3: 11diss]
i’m a youngin livin lavish and you know i’m from inglewood
got a b-tch on my d-ck and you know she h-lla shook
stupid n-gga you is broke, stupid n-gga yous a crook, and you know we yp so we up to no good
i got a white hoe
and you know i put her on
i’m chillin wit rob and he steady smokin strong
and we steady gettin dough
and we steady f-ckin hoes
all the missions to fig, now we pull up wit the most
on the gang
[verse 4: narco]
yeah i see you lurkin, early mornin wake and bakin
got yo b-tch hittin my line, said she wanna f-ck wit me
she a freak on the l o
b-tch i’m polo’d down to the flo
never get to close to me, i might turn out to be your worst enemy
b-tch i’m ridin lowkey, got my mind on my money, got yo mind on them broke fiends
b-tch my name is narco
n a r c o
better get it right hoe
i don’t pop percocets, i make money moves (aye)
[verse 5: stuzzyjesse]
young prospects be the mob
if you talkin to the mobs, you’ll get yo sh-t robbed
pullin up to yo crib fo deep in the jeep
got no time to sleep, all my n-ggas gon eat
stay focused, put yo mind on the money and trust no b-tch
trust no b-tch
{verse 6: gu@po]
yeah b-tch it’s guapo
get the money pr-nto
take a lil lightskin b-tch to toronto
roll up an eighth in the muhf-ckin fronto
don’t talk to me if it’s not money convos
granny diabetic, smokin gas my anasthetic
shoot a n-gga jj red-ck, k!ll this beat go get a medic
took the wrong pill, f-cked her head up, get an excedrin
leave a n-gga holy i could call myself a reverend
[verse 7: jz dap]
i’m wit the young prospects
b-tch i’m bout my profit
i ain’t really had nun, so i hadda flock sh-t
gettin to the bag and i don’t really even drop sh-t
talk sh-t, then we gon pull up and pop quick
they seen my style so you know they hadda jock it
sparkin up the blunt everytime the clock tick
yo b-tch tried to f-ck, i couldn’t even knock it
me and young prospects, really on that mob sh-t
i ain’t tryna kiss, i wanna see her topless
i really like to win, i ain’t wit that loss sh-t
you ain’t shootin sh-t, quit sayin all that nonsense
we doin big things, we really on that boss sh-t
b-tch
[verse 8: hpb]
steady wit my n-ggas and we finna turn up
you know that my n-ggas give no f-cks
never chasin a b-tch, i’m steady chasin bucks
no milwaukee bucks
used to sip a clean sprite, now i’m sippin mud
chasin a bag, ion need no love
if i jug you, best believe i took mo than a dub
my n-ggas steady slangin, all them drugs
sheesh
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