YN Lyrics – Sexyy Red, BabyChiefDoit, PlaqueBoyMax, LAZER DIM 700 & Baby Kia
(Wake up, F1LTHY)
(And the winner is PlaqueBoyMax)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
That’s my young ***, that’s my young ***
Turnt up he with whatever, I’m having fun with ’em (Yeah)
That’s my young ***, that’s my young ***
If you play, it’s going down, he got them guns with him (Damn)
That’s my young ***, that’s my young ***
That’s my lil’ crashout, that’s my little hitter (Sexyy)
That’s my young ***, that’s my young ***
You can’t get him out the trenches ’cause it come with him
Young hot ***, he a lil slow but it’s alright (Uh-huh)
Love a young *** ’cause they beat the coochie right (Uh)
That’s my evil twin, me and him got matching pipes (Graow, baow)
Don’t see him when I’m working, only see my boo at night
He gon’ do the dash ’cause I send him Doctor Spice (Ew)
Yo sister better mind her business ’cause I like to fight (Baow, baow)
Free my young hitters, know I’m still sending kites (Free my Nina)
Pull up in a box ’cause he love me, I’m his wife
You *** better hide yall niggas ‘fore I *** ’em right (Yeah)
Cool ass ***, my young *** think I’m tight (It’s Sexyy)
Ride big wheels, baby, go and put up that bike
*** them little girls, baby, I’ll boss up your life (It’s Sexyy)
That’s my young ***, that’s my young ***
Turnt up, he with whatever, I’m having fun with him
That’s my young ***, that’s my young ***
If you play, it’s going down, he got them guns with him
That’s my young ***, that’s my young ***
That’s my lil’ crashout, that’s my young hitter
That’s my young ***, that’s my young ***
You can’t get ’em out the trenches ’cause it come with him (Slatt, slatt)
She wanna *** on a young tenderoni, her last *** had her eating bologna (That *** trash)
She got a new man and he big, but he ain’t on *** ’cause the .45 stronger (My *** strong)
Beating it up like Aaron The Plumber, dap my ho, while I’m bending the corner
Slaughterin’ hoes, not because I rap, your *** wanna *** ’cause my hair got longer
I’m not going out sad and ***
I don’t know about you, but I love my *** (I love you, ho)
If nobody else got my back, my ho gon’ come through, dump through the switch (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Me and Sexyy meant to be, I know she feel the same way (I love you, girl)
I’m finna take her to meet my momma, even though they damn near the same age (What the ***?)
I’m her young ***, Sexyy that’s my cougar (That’s my cougar)
I’m bouncing out with switch, she say, “Pass me the Ruger” (Brraow, brraow, brraow, brraow)
If I do it, she gon’ do it, that’s my evil twin (That’s my twin)
If a ho beat up my ***, then I’m jumping in (Bink, bink, bink, bink)
That’s my young ***, that’s my young ***
Turnt up he wit’ whatever, I’m having fun wit’ ’em
That’s my young ***, that’s my young ***
If you play its going down, he got them guns wit’ ’em (Damn)
That’s my young ***, that’s my young ***
That’s my lil’ crashout, that’s my little hitter (Sexyy)
That’s my young ***, that’s my young *** (***)
You can’t get ’em out the trenches ’cause it come with him (***, ***, ***)
Young *** ***, I come through wiggin’
Hang out the window, my fine *** trippin’
Me and my *** got matchin’ blickys
Fine *** spent some lil’ racks on her ***
Told the ho to take another shot, get litty
*** got tats on her face from the trenches
I’m havin’ green, *** look like spinach
Told the ho let me drive the boat, I’m whippin’
B&b, hop out the black truck, drippy
Get off on an opp, told him, “Get up with me”
*** got me drunk, I’ma look too tipsy
My fine *** turnt, give me brand new pistol
Never seen my drip, I’m a brand new dripster
Young *** ***, I might come through driftin’
Young *** ***, I might come through whippin’
Fine *** say she my passenger princess
And I’m that young ***
Yes, I’m the young ***
Psych out one more time, *** make me wet when you get mad
I’m slidin’ in black truck wit four smackers, still got micro in the back
Alright, and she afraid to cheat, Sexyy know this *** can get bad
Drop the seat back in the Cat truck, let me hit it from the back
Know I go crazy, throw the yerk back, go ‘head, crash out in a gat
She like, “BK, it’s too big,” I’m like, “Sexyy, this *** wet”
Told her “Shut up and take this ***, tryna see what’s up with your neck”
Young ***
I catch my opp lacking outside, come through, shoot up the party
Fully [?] brrrr, switch it out, step back and dropped a forty
Skelly up my wrist, it won’t stop bustin’, fifty for the cardi
Told this A&R he speak to my ***, “You might lose your artist” (Brr)
I’m your young ***, yes, I’m your ***
That *** broke and he too old, that’s why she done with him
That *** broke and he too old, that’s why she done with him
Told Sexyy, “Go get you a lil’ young ***”