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[intro: young bull]
(viper)
ayy
(my n*gga johnny got another one)
(armani, this sh*t stuey, boy)

[verse 1: young bull]
made a n*gga go viral with the extended clip
free the ones that matter, the ones that kept it stitched lip
in the field every day, blitzin’ n*ggas for they sh*t
yellow taped the scene, all they found was the cigarettеs
now his mama cryin’ all on abc*7
her baby boy should’ve kept a lеthal weapon
gang and them, we ain’t givin’ out no passes
i see an opp, guarantee it’s gon’ get tragic
thumbin’ through the loaf, was always good at mathematics
stinc team for the win, y’all in last place
bop mei ling, then i had to do the race
n*ggas ain’t f*ckin’ with me on my worst day
[chorus: young bull]
i’ll make a n*gga famous, put him on the news (n*gga on k count)
everything i do is greedy, b*tch with it too (long live the culture)
mud spillin’ in the coupe, don’t let that bother you (mud walkin’, hi*tech, red with the wock’)
i keep a pole and i’m slidin’ with a hottie too (shanaynay ridin’ shotgun)

[verse 2: blue pesos]
mud spillin’ in the coupe, double hotties, this is two of ’em
pippy longstocking with shanaynay, that’s a great combo
suit and tie, down to business, i’ma james bond him
if you allowed in my presence, b*tch, feel honored
[?] call this hottie givin’ lessons, it was a bit awkward
ling ling talkin’ back, i’ma chinstrap her
the chop teachin’ gymnastics, he just flipped backwards
ramen noodles in the streets with his left sandal
approach from pinkies out, b*tch, ain’t no handshakes
i walked in, problem searchin’ with a mini drac
epk, everbody could get it, we got many clips
i don’t need you, you could go, i got plenty strips

[chorus: young bull]
i’ll make a n*gga famous, put him on the news (abc*7, fox*11)
everything i do is greedy, b*tch with it too (too greedy stinc team)
mud spillin’ in the coupe, don’t let that bother you (four of that mud)
i keep a pole and i’m slidin’ with a hottie too (bad lil’ b*tch and i keep a pole on me)
[verse 3: duffy]
b*tch
the stinc team got the bag, bro, ain’t nothin’ new
crime pays, if it’s for the uchies, we’ll break the rules
don’t worry ’bout them broke n*ggas, they is not the truth
cook a n*gga like some woodys, it’s a barbecue
pippy hangin’, how are you? she might just blow a kiss
i ain’t playin’ with no n*gga, what ain’t makin’ sense?
n*ggas broke and on they ass, how you so content?
the stinc team’ll make him miss his homie and his b*tch
gettin’ to the uchies, flu flammin’, bro, it ain’t hard
big bank buddha on my neck, b*tch, i’m livin’ large
four sticks in the car, see an opp, he done dada
dough goblins get a n*gga whacked, yeah, no problem

[chorus: young bull]
i’ll make a n*gga famous, put him on the news (abc*7, fox*11)
everything i do is greedy, b*tch, with it too (too greedy stinc team)
mud spillin’ in the coupe, don’t let that bother you (four of that mud)
i keep a pole and i’m slidin’ with a hottie too (bad lil’ b*tch and i keep a pole on me)

- young bull lyrics

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