YN Jay - 72 Hours lyrics

[Intro] (Supreme on the beat) Got flicked— ahh, sh*t sh*t, man fu*k Alright [Verse] Got flicked with an AR pistol and a Five-seveN Three-point-five in a Backwood got my eyes heavy Watch a ni**a die, bleed out in the streets, you might let me ni**a bag don't weigh sh*t, it was not heavy I don't want a foreign car, I want a box Chevy Livin' life on the edge, I'm finna watch Belly I'll make Jacqualyn beat your ass, I had to stop Kelly Yeah, them buds kinda purple, but it's not cherry Flawless grill, I left coins in my tooth, but I'm not fairy Put a ni**a on a billboard, somebody Times Square me I'll pay the ticket if it's yeah, bro I'm not pеtty Died in the middle of thе hood, he was not ready First time I seen a dead body, it was not scary Money on the floor, I clean up like the house messy b*tch, I grew up playin' chess, you cannot check me Boy, you got on taco outfit, that was not your sh*t Stuffed ten bands in ten pockets, this a cargo 'fit Hit her underwater through my Polo drawers, on my Marco sh*t Oh, you talkin' 'bout like Marco Polo? Seen an opp ridin' through the hood, I'm finna park your sh*t b*tch comment on all my pics, I'm finna heart your sh*t Hit him up close, big flame, I'm finna spark your sh*t Boy, you got that broke-down car, can't even start that sh*t You ain't know I was an Airbender, b*tch, I make wind I'll punch a ni**a in the store, make him break wind Best friend died poppin' Percs, why you take ten? How the hell I'm always takin' L's? Why I can't win?