Ybn Nahmir - Juveniles lyrics

[Intro: Wifisfuneral] Aye, yeah Yeah, yeah, aye Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, okay, yeah yeah Jahlil Beats, holla at me [Pre-Verse: wifisfuneral] Okay, now after you back it up then stop Wha-wha-wha-wha drop it like it's hot Okay, now after you back it up then stop Wha-wha-wha-wha drop it like it's hot [Verse 1: wifisfuneral] I know you just can't understand it like how she have it I guess that a** can turn to magic ride it like Aladdin Okay ten toes bouncing on that dick like she can manage Okay like where the freak hoes Like bounce that a** and make them motherf**in knees show Hold up, 80 grand, 20 grand, all up in my hand Damn please understand Damn, ma'am, see I'm really 'bout these bands How you came with all of that She gon' bust it from the front and I'm gon' catch it from the back Molly got me crazy, I'm feeling upset Percs too lazy, can't focus If she don't pay her bills today, she's upset I'm gon' pay her rent today, you know this Okay I whip it out the lot same time I whip it out the pot I threw up fifty bands I saw it fallin' from the sky My ring is on a hunnid VVS's on the watch Okay these n***as they be hatin' yeah they hard to [?] [Chorus: wifisfuneral] Girl you workin with some a**, yeah You bad, yeah Make a n***a spend his cash, yeah His last check Hoes ridin' like they mad, yeah Like f** yeah Im a big time n***a, yeah Money flippa, yeah Okay get it like it's good, yeah Understood, yeah Girl you workin' with some a**, yeah You bad, yeah Make a n***a spend his cash, yeah His last check Hoes ridin' like they mad, yeah Like f** yeah [Verse 2: YBN Nahmir] AK-47, get sent to heaven I can't f** with no op hoes I learned my lesson Let a n***a try to rob me and Imma bless him 30 clip up in that Ruger n***a keep a weapon Lil baby say she wanna f** with me She wanna f** wit' a lil n***a from them streets And I'm a hot n***a leave a n***a in them streets That lil tech hot knock a n***a off his feet I was like sixteen toting sixteen Just a young fly n***a with a big dream These b**hes they be on me say macaroni, aye Switch like Michael Jordan shoot shots like Kobe b**hes started hating since I'm getting the bag Still keep a Uzi on my lap and True's on my a** All these b**hes they be freaks and they be shakin' that a** Had to run my money up and show her that I'm the man [Chorus: Wifisfuneral] Girl you workin with some a**, yeah You bad, yeah Make a n***a spend his cash, yeah His last check Hoes ridin' like they mad, yeah Like f** yeah Im a big time n***a, yeah Money flippa, yeah Okay get it like it's good, yeah Understood, yeah Girl you workin' with some a**, yeah You bad, yeah Make a n***a spend his cash, yeah His last check Hoes ridin' like they mad, yeah Like f** yeah