yvngxchris - YVNGXRETRO3X lyrics
[yvngxchris - YVNGXRETRO3X lyrics]
(Hey Fin, how long have I been out?)
Bitch, I'm never lackin'
That Glock on the couch
Yvngxchris finna blow up, bitch, no doubt
I'm not cuffin' this bitch, I'ma hit
Then I'm out
Ayy, Chris never kissed nobody
"But what about that one bitch?" Nigga
That bitch don't count
That bitch ain't had no lips
She ain't kissed my lips
She kissed this tip
Got 10K last week, bitch, I flipped
That Christian Dior on my drip
That bitch is the whore in the VIP
That nigga be poor than a bitch
Ayy, who on the beat?
That's my nigga FINLINCE!
I just got the drip
Do not step on the Christian's
And all of the bitches
Tryna fuck on Christian
These bitches is tight
But the mo'fuckers fit in
Bitch, I've been a real
Nigga since the beginning
Goddamn, my nigga bro, yvngxchris spittin'
This off of the dome and nigga
It ain't written
I'm strong as a bitch, nigga, I be liftin'
This bum ass nigga textin' on
My phone, said "yvngxchris
Can I gеt a fuckin' feature?
And also, yvngxchris, can you teach mе how to
Rap?" What the fuck I look like, a teacher?
I ride with the Griffin
I'm not talkin' Peter
Yvngxchris on the top, nigga
Follow the leader and I don't give a damn
I'm not talkin' beaver
You cuffin' that hoe? Man
That bitch is a thot
"What the fuck, you should've
Said skeezer" oh shit, my bad
And yvngxchris on top, I got these niggas mad
You smokin' on Reggie
I'm smokin' on thrax
I just got a bust down, that shit was glass
"I just dropped a new mixtape"
That shit was ass
"yvngxchris, can I fuck?" I'ma
Have to pass got a brand new SRT
Nah, fuck that
I got a Hellcat and I'm finna crash
(Ahem, wait, hold on, Tae Retro)
My flow is God-tier, but it's lowkey
Just play me to wherever the hoes be
Niggas only on computers, Adobe
Whippin' niggas, but my name is not Toby
He think he hard
Crack his shell like a Yoshi
Wait, hold on, Retro, boy, you goin' crazy
TBH, I don't care if you rate me
This song a bop, man, I feel like DaBaby
Hey, nah, for real Chris
We just made a hit bro
Throwin' punches on the beat
Like I'm clinched though they trillin' me
But I'm not in the mince bro
I been snappin'
But you ain't even hip though
Your rap career needs a GoFundMe
You probably laughin'
But I swear it's not funny
The flow crashin' on the beat, you a dummy
She high off Tae, man, I swear she a junkie
Yeah (Ten)
Walk with a Glock, bitch, I'm finna shoot
Bitch, I'm in the pop, boy, I'ma just shoot
The stick on my diamonds, the price
And they dancin' like Haiti
I'm fuckin' that bitch and that
Bitch wanna date me
I'm doggin' that bitch like
Bitch got rabies woo, pull up and boom
Pull up, I'm clappin' like magic, go poof
I'm like, "Chris, get the guap"
'Cause this bitch want the top
I know that that bitch is a thot
Like fuck what you thought
I left in the tel'
We not talkin' 'bout guap
F&N and Rugers gon' take off your top
In your dreams just like Krueger
I'm fuckin' the thot
And that bitch she a goober
I'm gettin' the Glock
And her nigga a loser, she all on my chop
And I feel like a star
'cause she know I'ma rock
I got stars on my car, but shit
Know I go hard he get popped like a bar
If that boy finna talk
I'ma slide with a SCAR
Leave an eye on his chock (Hey, Lazy)
Uh, I'm finna switch it up
Famous like Dex 'cause he chase
I'ma pick 'em up
She givin' me neck 'cause I'm up
And I'm rich as fuck
I got private my jets, sippin' Tech
So I'm high as fuck
And if that nigga test, get a TEC
I'ma light him up
I'm not shooting contest, if I'm open
It's wet as fuck goin' out sad
I gotta pass for them
These niggas mad as fuck
And I'm breakin' her back
So then that nigga mad at us
He get smoked like an atom
So now he don't matter, bruh
Bitch, I'm in the trap
Doin' numbers like calculus
I'm fuckin' thots
Spin his Glock like a bat or some'
Put a beam on the Glock
It's gon' help with the battle scene
In Miami with heat
Got his beam look from Anakin
He don't want smoke, nigga, we matchin' up
Pull up in the Ghost
Got this pole like a javelin
Bitch, I got the stick in
The field like a Terrafin
And I'm shootin' like Beal
Man these niggas embarrassin'
(Fire, glocky)
Bitch, I'm never lackin'
That Glock on the couch
Yvngxchris finna blow up, bitch, no doubt
I'm not cuffin' this bitch, I'ma hit
Then I'm out
Ayy, Chris never kissed nobody
"But what about that one bitch?" Nigga
That bitch don't count
That bitch ain't had no lips
She ain't kissed my lips
She kissed this tip
Got 10K last week, bitch, I flipped
That Christian Dior on my drip
That bitch is the whore in the VIP
That nigga be poor than a bitch
Ayy, who on the beat?
That's my nigga FINLINCE!
I just got the drip
Do not step on the Christian's
And all of the bitches
Tryna fuck on Christian
These bitches is tight
But the mo'fuckers fit in
Bitch, I've been a real
Nigga since the beginning
Goddamn, my nigga bro, yvngxchris spittin'
This off of the dome and nigga
It ain't written
I'm strong as a bitch, nigga, I be liftin'
This bum ass nigga textin' on
My phone, said "yvngxchris
Can I gеt a fuckin' feature?
And also, yvngxchris, can you teach mе how to
Rap?" What the fuck I look like, a teacher?
I ride with the Griffin
I'm not talkin' Peter
Yvngxchris on the top, nigga
Follow the leader and I don't give a damn
I'm not talkin' beaver
You cuffin' that hoe? Man
That bitch is a thot
"What the fuck, you should've
Said skeezer" oh shit, my bad
And yvngxchris on top, I got these niggas mad
You smokin' on Reggie
I'm smokin' on thrax
I just got a bust down, that shit was glass
"I just dropped a new mixtape"
That shit was ass
"yvngxchris, can I fuck?" I'ma
Have to pass got a brand new SRT
Nah, fuck that
I got a Hellcat and I'm finna crash
(Ahem, wait, hold on, Tae Retro)
My flow is God-tier, but it's lowkey
Just play me to wherever the hoes be
Niggas only on computers, Adobe
Whippin' niggas, but my name is not Toby
He think he hard
Crack his shell like a Yoshi
Wait, hold on, Retro, boy, you goin' crazy
TBH, I don't care if you rate me
This song a bop, man, I feel like DaBaby
Hey, nah, for real Chris
We just made a hit bro
Throwin' punches on the beat
Like I'm clinched though they trillin' me
But I'm not in the mince bro
I been snappin'
But you ain't even hip though
Your rap career needs a GoFundMe
You probably laughin'
But I swear it's not funny
The flow crashin' on the beat, you a dummy
She high off Tae, man, I swear she a junkie
Yeah (Ten)
Walk with a Glock, bitch, I'm finna shoot
Bitch, I'm in the pop, boy, I'ma just shoot
The stick on my diamonds, the price
And they dancin' like Haiti
I'm fuckin' that bitch and that
Bitch wanna date me
I'm doggin' that bitch like
Bitch got rabies woo, pull up and boom
Pull up, I'm clappin' like magic, go poof
I'm like, "Chris, get the guap"
'Cause this bitch want the top
I know that that bitch is a thot
Like fuck what you thought
I left in the tel'
We not talkin' 'bout guap
F&N and Rugers gon' take off your top
In your dreams just like Krueger
I'm fuckin' the thot
And that bitch she a goober
I'm gettin' the Glock
And her nigga a loser, she all on my chop
And I feel like a star
'cause she know I'ma rock
I got stars on my car, but shit
Know I go hard he get popped like a bar
If that boy finna talk
I'ma slide with a SCAR
Leave an eye on his chock (Hey, Lazy)
Uh, I'm finna switch it up
Famous like Dex 'cause he chase
I'ma pick 'em up
She givin' me neck 'cause I'm up
And I'm rich as fuck
I got private my jets, sippin' Tech
So I'm high as fuck
And if that nigga test, get a TEC
I'ma light him up
I'm not shooting contest, if I'm open
It's wet as fuck goin' out sad
I gotta pass for them
These niggas mad as fuck
And I'm breakin' her back
So then that nigga mad at us
He get smoked like an atom
So now he don't matter, bruh
Bitch, I'm in the trap
Doin' numbers like calculus
I'm fuckin' thots
Spin his Glock like a bat or some'
Put a beam on the Glock
It's gon' help with the battle scene
In Miami with heat
Got his beam look from Anakin
He don't want smoke, nigga, we matchin' up
Pull up in the Ghost
Got this pole like a javelin
Bitch, I got the stick in
The field like a Terrafin
And I'm shootin' like Beal
Man these niggas embarrassin'
(Fire, glocky)