Yvngxchris - Aint No Fun lyrics

Yeah, bitch I'm in that Benz truck
Bad bitch
That'd be rude if you ain't
Let my friends fuck
Shmoney dancin' on you bitches, told
Her, "We can dance
Bruh"
Fifty on my uh
(I got Brizzy on the beat, he
Go crazy) , ooh, yeah
Ayy
Fifty in my pocket
Teacher told me pull my pants up
Shorty on my line, she on that bullshit
I can't answer
She talkin' 'bout she pregnant, man
She tryna get me jammed up
If she not tellin' lies, you
Already knowin' what's the plan
Bruh
That B shit, yellow diamonds on me
On some pee shit
I'm just tryna kick it with you baby
You and me shit
Blow a bag at Neiman's on a weekend, bitch
I'm geekin'
I'ma freak it, take it back up
To the telly, Michael Jackson
I'ma
Beat it, post it up and then delete it
Choppa do a nigga dirty, got him shakin'
Got him leakin'
Yeah, she mad as hell, sendin' paragraphs
I didn't read it
So I blocked her up on everything
I couldn't be defeated
Pull up in that AMG yo
Why the fuck do I keep whisperin'?
Black seats in a black car, hell yeah
That's what I'm whippin' in
I see the goddamn stars
There's no roof or ceilin' in
They be like, "Goddamn Chris
How the fuck do you be killin' it?"
And I'm richer than a bitch
While yo' ass workin'
And that choppa turned him to a stripper
Got his ass twerkin'
Bitch, I'm not the same nigga
That's a past person
Damn, I done broke up with
My bitch on her birthday
I'm a bad person

Ain't no fun if my homies can't have none
Ain't no fun if my homies can't have none
Ain't no fun if my homies can't have none
Ain't no fun if my homies can't have none

Try to test me or my niggas
We gon' have to grab guns
Damn, rockin' H.Lorenzo, bitch
You rockin' PacSun
Ooh, Kylie Jenner lookin' bitch
She got her ass done
If she can't hit my phone mm, fuck it man
This rap done
Sike, that's not it
You know me and all my niggas
We be on that bullshit
Got her nigga comin' home
She put me in the closet
Bitch, I'm really goin' up, I'm
Feelin' like a rocket
Makin' up a profit
Who is really killin' shit that's
As old as me?
Lil' bitch, I'm way too lit
I'm in that drive through and they notice me
Performin' on the stage and
All the bitches throw
They bras and all they clothes at me
They ask me how I do it
I just do what I'm supposed to be
Got a .40 and a MAC and
A chop' in a black truck
I'm throwin' fifty bands while
I'm in school
I fuck my class up
Around this time this year, man I was broke
I got my racks up
Runnin' laps around the bank
I might just fuck the track up
Hit 'em with a "Uh, damn
I just fucked the track up"
"Fuck it bruh, you ran that shit
It wasn't even that bad
Bruh"
Ending of the song, goddamn it
Dawg, I'm kinda mad
Bruh
Right before I leave, I gotta
Tell y'all, get that bag
Bruh

Ain't no fun if my homies can't have none
Ain't no fun if my homies can't have none
Ain't no fun if my homies can't have none
Ain't no fun if my homies can't have none