YRN Lyrics

Yo, RIP that Migo man

Y'all already know, one of the most humble ones

This one for you my boy

Rest up

It's this tre rah hop on the beat and I take off

In the field we gon' play ball

Hop in my car, my face one, she got that booty aghh i think she cakeing

Back to the crib, you know how it is, all her clothes she gon' take off

Young boy just came up from nothing, niggas don't give me mine, it's time to take some

I remember, I remember, food stamps, stealing clothes for the winter

Lil bitch we was broke, one whole month, ramen noodles, was my dinner

Now I feel like a winner, designer hot like my temper

Jewels cold like the winter, flashy in the back, I'm a humble nigga

Can't talk if you ain't getting bags, my niggas got a lot of cash

I got some shooters in the back, in case that nigga try to stab me in the back

We been trappin', trappin', trappin' dont trust niggas

Keep this shhh on my lap, and either way that it go, I'ma go up

And that's just a straight fact, fitted on, dreads tied to the back

Dark shades on, thats versace for the lens

Des piere leather, I know you peep the drip

Bitch, I be shinin' that's diamonds on the kid

Nonstop go up in this bitch

Niggas be haters, goddamn it, make me sick

And these hoes be all on the tip, cause I'm young, getting rich

Life like a movie, you know what I'm saying

Like a book

Ain't nobody having it, and we been in the game, like, you know what I'm saying

People that's in the first scene, or the first chapter, the second chapter

They ain't meant to be in the whole entire, you know what I'm saying

They part of your history

I be in the dungeon, little bitch we called dat the lab

And I'm sliding out smooth, dressed in all black like the bats

I got a bitch with the fats

Ass

Harley Quinn on my lap

She be acting crazy crazy, and she love to swing a strap

She might put it to ya back, finesse him, just let me get the coordinates

It's a setup, don't go in to the back

We waiting, looking like a walking lick

Mask on them niggas ratting to the pigs

Silly rabit

Don't they know tricks for kids

Why they think they slick

I'm just getting money

Young rich nigga shit

RIP all the OGs

10 toes we down in the street

Said rest in peace to all of my brothers

They evil tryna take em from us

Them crackers, no they never loved us

All night, flipping to the sun up

When its day time know we getting piped up

When I'm high, i be fly like a kite does

little hoe, we been dripin since diapers

i make it rain

Better put on your whipers

If I catch a opp, then I'mma on site em

Bitch, I got the gas

Then we gon' ignite em

Then we send him up like it's the x files

We don't do disrespecting in this town

My homie swinging them pistols around

Bitch, this is a jungle, we live in the wild

We in the matrix im tryna get out

I be in my zone, no drama allowed

All of these Jewls, I'mma jump in the crowd

Young rich nigga, glad I made it out

Verse after verse, I had y'all going wild

Take off a legend, he ain't never fumble

RIP Nip, Take an my momma , niggah it's Tre Rah