Skippa Da Flippa - Young n***a lyrics

[Hook: Quavo] Young n***a hit the pot Young n***a hit the block Young n***a hit the spot Young n***a hit the trap Young n***a scrape the pot Young n***a hit the block Young n***a flex your knot Young n***a pull out your Glock [Verse 1: Quavo] Young n***a flexin I was in DC, I had to squabble for my necklace You win some, you lose some, like Friday But every Friday is a payday Mayday, don't let you think this n***a Debo I can get ‘em for the kilo Call up Skippa Da Flippa Abrakadabra, dismiss you Lil Durk pull up in the vert Pop the trunk and it's white like some tissue [Hook: Quavo] Young n***a hit the pot Young n***a hit the block Young n***a hit the spot Young n***a hit the trap Young n***a scrape the pot Young n***a hit the block Young n***a flex your knot Young n***a pull out your Glock [Verse 2: Skippa Da Flippa] So many pints like a Houston Texan Pull out my cash ‘cause I love to flex it Cappin' in Washington like I'm a Redskin 30's and 40's, I keep Smith & Wesson's Nickel and diming when I trap the block Got 22 in my shooter, work in my crotch So many hundreds, the counting don't stop When I made it like [?] god in the pot Made a milly in my Jeep Hollows in your head, they play hide and seek Crip out of water, you think Dawson's Creek 50 cal make you run like a trainee This for the trappers that's true to the streets You are what you eat so the beef is on me You catch the whole loaf n***a if you try me Just calm down and just leave the flipping to me [Hook: Quavo] Young n***a hit the pot Young n***a hit the block Young n***a hit the spot Young n***a hit the trap Young n***a scrape the pot Young n***a hit the block Young n***a flex your knot Young n***a pull out your Glock [Verse 3: Lil Durk] 3 4 guns came back to back Semi-automatic, ave attack I want the K out the alphabet You ain't ever seen shooters in a soccer van? Talking late night I was on that block n***as hatin' on me, I tote that Glock Ain't tryna be like anyone I know a lot of n***as like Travis $cott Straight up You ain't no k**er, straight up You is a b**h, straight up n***as always lying It's the guys, ain't ever straight up Late night time, wait up Fifty guys, I'ma weigh it up Lil n***a get your weight up Know the whole city hate us But we gang [Hook: Quavo] Young n***a hit the pot Young n***a hit the block Young n***a hit the spot Young n***a hit the trap Young n***a scrape the pot Young n***a hit the block Young n***a flex your knot Young n***a pull out your Glock