Thurow Bars - Young N Gettin It Freestyle lyrics

rate me

They loaded nigga

Hook:

From when I wake up till when I go to sleep

there's money on my mind, fats

My bank account got plenty hoes,

'cause I'll be on my grind, I drop the window's up

And now they sayin that it is my time,

Go, so why you're hating on me?

I'm just living my life

'cause I'm young N I'm getting it

young N I'm getting it, young N I'm getting it

bitch I'm young N I'm getting it.

I just want the money, y'all just keep the bitches

'cause I'm young N I'm getting it, young N I'm getting it.

Look, love you in this bitch, enough off in this bitch

Virginia in this bitch, now roll up the windows in this bitch nigga

This is a take over and all f*ck on my shoulders,

Yeah, I rap now but I used that white bitch with that soda,

don't play me, play X-box, I put the scope

she gonna trying to f*ck but she's up my dick,

I call that a head shock, boy I'm out chill reading cards

like movies from rare box, my young boy will kill you,

you ain't shit to him, but it still drop,

competition is not existent and all f*ck I am hip-hop

They don't f*ck with you, so when your shit drop it flip flop

white rappers keep dating deals, that's another reason I'm pissed on,

and that you're waiting nigga that get sound, we can jump his ass Chris cross,

is Mister put the beat on, my city and the frenzy

I'm the wrong nigga to sleep on, the shooters I got plenty

and they always got the heat on, they shooting tell us empty bitch

I'm balling like LeBron, but Miami ain't my city nigga

Lord forgetting this hoe, bring a couple coffees in this hoe,

shawty say she wanna ride my dick, so I'm about to park in this hoe,

for sure, ice box in my chest, I'm so heartless on this hoes,

F*ck her then tell it's the stepping, turning them.. on these hoes nigga

Hold up, please let me roll up,

bugs is getting bigger, future prices bout to go up

shawty tryin to fuck with me 'cause she heard them bout to blow up

she say she don't like the way come taste

man this basic bitches need don't grow up,

I ain't nobody roll model, I drink too much I got a smoking problem

my blunt loud turnt up, ..I think I'll chose behind you,

Lord think I need help, all my niggas trapped no seat belts

and I don't give a fuck how these niggas feel,

I'ma ride my city till my feet melt,

Thorough, king through don't crown me I'll kill you,

these bullets are special, not even Gods hands will heal you

Just say your prayers, I'll before I'll take you there,

Hit your ass with that good hook, you would have thought the..there.

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