yrn lingo - supafast lyrics
[intro]
lingo
[chorus]
i just want your biddy for neck
gettin’ money, i don’t want a text
had to keep my foot on these n-gga’s necks
finessing the game, i learned from the best
got all this money, i don’t gotta stress
is you real or fake, put you to the test
never leave the house without my bulletproof vest
x marks the spot, put it right in his chest
cellphone ringing in the back
must be that n-gga with a bag
these n-ggas goin’ out sad
really really really sad
pop a n-gga like a price tag
dig in my hand, all up in that bag
these blue hundreds is the reason i sag
hop in that lam’, i go super fast
[verse]
i’m the topic, n-gga you know you can’t stop it
you mad ’cause you cannot stop it
pocket filled up with that cottage cheese
b-tches beggin’ please, they’ll do anything for that cheese
my n-ggas strapped up to the t
you a hatin’ -ss n-gga, your pockets on e
you say you want to live like me, but that gon’ cost a fee
lingo mufasa, always keep the cheese
chopper sounding like an 808 beat
i got an a and a b
n-ggas so dirty they’ll cross out c
bring your b-tch over, i gave her the d
when i give her the downers it’s all that she eat
these n-ggas get so mad
what you want n-gga, i already had
these ngigas and b-tches they salty
man i’m exhausted, ’cause i’m bringin’ in a bag
after i get done with her
she textin’ my phone, asking do i miss her
hundred dollar bills i go through like tissues
got a hundred rounds so what’s the issue
hundred round, let it spray
f-ck n-gga talkin’ ’bout, do you wanna play?
one false move, it gon’ eat up his face
don’t want a problem n-gga, move out the way
go get the tools, we gon’ break in the safe
i don’t speak on that much, i don’t got much to say
when i come to your town your b-tch go where i lay
nawfside n-gga, that’s where i stay
i gotta get me a sack, these n-ggas ain’t sippin’ on act
tryna run off with it, two in your back
money real long, it could stretch my back
twenty, fifteen hundreds, hundred round drum drummin’
young n-gga always in somethin’, lingo mufasa they bumpin’
hundred round drum sound like king kong dumpin’
[chorus]
i just want your biddy for neck
gettin’ money, i don’t want a text
had to keep my foot on these n-gga’s necks
finessing the game, i learned from the best
got all this money, i don’t gotta stress
is you real or fake, put you to the test
never leave the house without my bulletproof vest
x marks the spot, put it right in his chest
cellphone ringing in the back
must be that n-gga with a bag
these n-ggas goin’ out sad
really really really sad
pop a n-gga like a price tag
dig in my hand, all up in that bag
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