Yung Niggaz - Kodak Black

This for my young niggas sleeping in the trap

We don't trust niggas, we reaching on the strap

Momma down back, you gotta make a wave

This for my young niggas who outchea everyday

This for my young niggas

This for my young niggas

This for my young niggas

All my young niggas

This for my young niggas

All my young niggas

This for my young niggas

This is for my young niggas

This for my roadrunners

Yeah we stay up on the paper chase

All my young niggas, we got a sweet tooth

We love that cake

In and out of state

Tryna get it right then get it straight

You cannot relate to anything that I say that's why you hate

I be snapping

You can't even support your habits

I be snapping

Goddamn! This a habit

Came a long away from carjacking and now I'm rapping

I will still hit your damn girl and flip your mattress

22 carats, in my mouth just call me rabbit

Keep spazzing

Glue stick, on me full of bricks

On a call, yeah my Virgin Mobile phone full of licks

Straight finessing shit

Gotta get it any other way

Like I'm diabetic, nigga, I be fiending for that cake

For my young nigga

Who making plays too, they on the grind

I'm ten toes down

Hitting for them bands, out of time

Kodak Black so flick it up

My 90 babies getting it up

This for my young niggas sleeping in the trap

We don't trust niggas, we reaching on the strap

Momma down back, you gotta make a wave

This for my young niggas who outchea everyday

This for my young niggas

This for my young niggas

This for my young niggas

All my young niggas

This for my young niggas

All my young niggas

This for my young niggas

This is for my young niggas

Go hard

We ain't going home, we be going hard

In the kitchen, wrapping fishes, Caviar

You know who we are

Sniper gang, 1800 block

You know where to find me

On the Ugly Corner Boulevard

Like a damn ram

I'm gonna hit the game super tough

Lil nigga

Tryna do it large, getting to the guap

No restricts, driving foreign cars

Break your daughter off

Crackers tryna throw me behind bars

I flew the coupe to Mars

What is that?

That's an Audemar

That's a Jaguar

That's a fast car

Think I pulled up in a NASCAR

Yellow bone, that's a bad broad

I'm a rap star

I'm addicted to her, like I took a hit of bath salt

All my niggas we some bastards

We hate our damn pops

Spaz out, cash out

We thugging in the sandlot

Snatching chains

Doing anything to make them bands drop

Call the fireman

We be on fire, head hot

Run up in your damn spot

This for my young niggas sleeping in the trap

We don't trust niggas, we reaching on the strap

Momma down back, you gotta make a wave

This for my young niggas who outchea everyday

This for my young niggas

This for my young niggas

This for my young niggas

All my young niggas

This for my young niggas

All my young niggas

This for my young niggas

This is for my young niggas

This is for my young niggas

Skrt, skrt, skrt young nigga

Young nigga, skrt

Stick and move, skrt, skrt

Stick and move

Stick and move, skrt, skrt young nigga

You ain't no dumb nigga

Young nigga, you ain't no dumb nigga

Skrt, skrt

Skrt, skrt