Sneakbo - With That (Remix) lyrics
[Verse 1: Yungen] Got my hat low in the rave Fam I don't wanna take pictures Everyone's tryna be the baddest f** that I'm tryna be the richest I don't ever fight man for b**hes Unless it's one of my sisters Said I'm gunna f** in this chinky girls ear Have that for Chinese whispers I'm in that white whip Man know I go wayne with the white chicks I do the night shift tryna get ice wrist For that Nike tick these YG's will cause crisis, high risk Try me, it won't end well Get on my training day like Denzel Send them young boys round in a rental It can get mental You think you can touch one of my team Well you can't fool Cause I got them burners I Wilshere Them man can't war with my Arsenal Them Ramsey's will keep man in check These man don't show face on the net Been chasing my dream I ain't slept Tryna' get my whole team on the jet I hear man talking my name Like they don't know what I've been about about On my Instagram I might pout But I'll still thump you in your mouth Yeah bro I'll still black your eye They don't come my part of the south Young boy in Nike trackie with his leathers on That ain't no iPhone 6 in his pouch [Hook: Young Thug] Hunnid' bands, hunnid' bands Dropped on the head of any n***a that want it man Pop me a Xanny I'm fast I'm so fast, I'm so faster than Sonic man True the man, true the man, true to my n***a True religion, Buddha man My money stack tall like Ludacris afro And I swear I'ma shoot with that I just hit for 9 birds, what I'ma do with that? Pull up on the curb, then you hop out and be through with that I'm so fresh like dish detergent If you not fresh she so through with that If you are a nerd, everything here you not cool with that [Verse 2: Sneakbo] Boy I'm living, I'm living, I'm living, I'm winning, I'm hurting your feelings I make it look easy, I'm stacking my money, I need me a milli I don't give a f** about nothing, I don't give a f** about n***as If you're plotting on me better handle your business and keep it off Twitter Zoom zoom I'm in a black whip I've been down town chilling with a bad b**h Fam I came from the bottom, never had sh** Had to grind, had to rob, had to bang sh** Now I got a fast car and I got a nice house and I got a segway like mad ting I'm in Paris for the day with a black chick I gave racks to my mum like have this f** boys, hella f** boys hate me They can diss but I know that they rate me I get paid by Bo, Bo pays me Fam I'm on my own dick, f** a lady Bare man chat chat chat I don't wanna hear no gas Diss me you can get (bap) Try me (bap, bap, bap) Somebody has to get clapped Smoked, smoked And I do it all on my own Lost a couple friends lord knows Lost P lost Q lost Joe I lost Gorz, thank God I'm on the roads I'm still here fam I just can't go In the booth like I really gotta blow So I can get a hunna bands for a show [Hook: Young Thug] Hunnid' bands, hunnid' bands Dropped on the head of any n***a that want it man Pop me a Xanny I'm fast I'm so fast, I'm so faster than Sonic man True the man, true the man, true to my n***a True religion, Buddha man My money stack tall like Ludacris afro And I swear I'ma shoot with that I just hit for 9 birds, what I'ma do with that? Pull up on the curb, then you hop out and be through with that I'm so fresh like dish detergent If you not fresh she so through with that If you are a nerd, everything here you not cool with that