Yung Trappa, Yung Pretty - YMB / Leanin’ (prod. by DJ Gorilla Killa)

[Intro: Yung Pretty]
...каделак
Как дела? К-к-к-кадел-как дела?
Каделак, ка-ка-ка-каделак
Y M, mothafuckin' B. Yeah

[Verse 1: Yung Pretty]
Yellow bracelet, yellow bitch
Give your money. Ye-yeah, I’m rich
Yung Murda, yeah, I’m sellin’ bricks
I’m on my hood, I’m rollin’ weed

Lean got me lense, the codeine
Your ass so big, like Nicki
You’re jumpin’ on my dick, bitch
You’re jumpin’ on my dick, bitch

In the hotel room, I’m on bed
Well, I’ll fuck you, hoe — Yung Murda swag
I’m flexin’ hard, I’m shinin’ hard
Yo, haters, fuck, I’m goin’ hard

Louis V. backpack
Versace black shades
New Fendi white kicks
[Hate your lee], you like bees

I’m on the bullshit, I’m on the parties
Sippin’ Dirty Sprite, get left your money
My double cup, my Gucci [bamp]
My pistol, homie, I give you, homie

Yeah, I need a doctor, yeah, I need a doctor
In a mirrors smokin’ p-p-pill, fuckin’ monster
I’m on a spaceship, I’m on a spaceship
Get me lean with a Sprite like do use drink

In my purple ocean, I swim, shawty
Not follow me, fuck everybody
Supa bad, Lil Boosie swag
Free [Boozy Boo], got on racks on racks

[Free Sin] Murda, [mad about ’em]
My thugs with me, watch out, shawty

[Verse 2: Yung Pretty]
Yellow bitches on my block
Everybody need my drug
While I packing, I’m full of khaki
And my yayo hustle hard shit

I do a big, I do my shit
I’m balla blockin’ young Juvenile
Mami, [who acts poppin’]
You look like these grease money

Yung Murda Boyz, I’m with my dog
[Let crush] the block, and I don’t give a fuck
And your ‘wharap’ (and your ‘wharap’)
I’m [did goomings] to the climb coolings

YMB ballas [to that flex], shawty
Yung Murda Boyz, rockstar thuggin’
Yung Murda Boyz, get-get money
Yung Murda Boyz, lot of bitch women

[Bridge: Yung Trappa]
Shawty starring, let the [legace] ballin’ money
Cooling, [yammy smokin’], [i-nieh-nieh]
[Kafoodoo dudges love me lemme]
In the Bloodest [’Ell]

[I diss-fuck ’em] pretty well
Fuck your [moral reef]
[I melt] my bracelets
[Dates and] Marylin Manson

[Verse 3: Yung Trappa]
[Da], I care, legs lesson
My block like [blood waison]
Got money, dead [facing]
Looking good, so fuck fashion

Kicks fresh, my dick fresh
My jeans new, but flue swagga
I damn, hoe, I’m bad dog
I [back o], I [dack o]

Like bad boy, I bake sauce, smoke some, I steal [stun suns]
[Squill] shined brilliant, brilliant, brilliant, brilliant
’Cause I’m [lot in] best blunt, I felt the fuckin’ mountain
[Lot in, lot in], yuh, [we’re lot of, lot of], huh

[Verse 4: Yung Trappa]
Stupid black [smally] shawty
Going down, my [bleedin’ dawg]
Grow that fag, we [bluntin’ dollar]
[Yuh, my goo za let ’em go]

Who’s this fuck, like shawty [low]
[Youngin’, flashin’] I’m Tayshaun
Stupid white, I’m rollin’ on
Good is [when] I’m smokin’ [throw]

If faggot [not go while beat won]
[Whom I’m so gon’] leave me alone (huh! huh! huh!)
You got the ’nother homie. I got the [‘get my money’]
If you only homie, I act like you [the nomial, catch your face]

Did you ass [young bladin’]
Dangerous, yes, dick, leg
Black [night], lil, bad, lie
Yes

I’m [calm], I’m cool, I [stalk], hold ’em
Like [I’m body live got lil dagnasa]
I'm flashin’ dangerous, I’m flexin’
All these faggots does flexin’

All these faggots flyin’ high [in a mask]
I’m flexin’ on these bitches flyin’ high in the helicopters
Smokin’ pussy, [spittin’ box, trippin’, lead it]
Sippin’ lean, purple Sprite