YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Mall Trip lyrics

(Ayy Marc, what it do?)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, look, come here
You know what this is
You wan' fuck with this?
Lemme give that to you
You know how to make it hard?
It don’t take much, look
Grab the spoon, put a lil' bit on top
Put the soda on top
Put a lil' few water drops

Then you let the flame burn
God, I been betrayed plenty times
And my heart burn
Go back to the same things that hurt me once
Guess I don’t learn
I guess that I’m just rich with an empty mind
I don’t wanna waste no time
When we get it, we open it
Hit it and stretch it and bag it up
I’m so up, I could fill up a dually-truck
38 in the the Nawf, I’ma leave it therе
Find out where he at and you
Know that wе on it
We pullin' up on 'em and meet 'em there
Somebody hit up from there gon'
Be left for the corners
Ain’t a stain there, yeah, yeah
I spent thirty, on one mall trip, let’s go
I got that blicky, you could try me
Make the mall clear
I be chasin' that money, I
Fuck on these bitches, they sayin' that
When we spin on yo' block
The nigga gon' shoot
Lay on the backseat like a dead man
Wear a vest how you want, you know I’ma dump
You know I’ma aim where ya head at
I’m AI, 38, 4KTREY
I get on yo' ass, bitch, red that