Youngins ft. Mr. Fritz Lyrics

Uno dos siesta

Money on the dresser

Every Sunday morning we had church and had to dress up

Uno dos siesta

Nowadays I'm messed up

I'm a break the law and them police gon have to catch up

Uno dos siesta

Money on the dresser

Every Sunday morning we had church and had to dress up

Uno dos siesta

Nowadays I'm messed up

I'm a break the law and them police gon have to catch up

I been feeling like a nigga in a noose

But I could never hang like touché

Not the one to make an excuse

That's why they fucking with me like groupies

A lotta niggas trying to come shoot me

But-I-play-it-cool-like-Lu-pe

Seen it all, done it all, truth we

Not the type of niggas to lose sleep

Since I was a youngin I been (snatching bikes)

Till they pulled me over with them (flashing lights)

Mama called my pops on the phone and when he got home they would whoop me till I (Asked for Christ)

Damn I lived a (ratchet life)

But a nigga needed Moolah and I'd take it like some (bad advice)

Wasn't one to think about the consequence

Mama thought the preacher could've talked some sense

Into me tho

Hard decisions, dodging prison cells

Heaven's gates or heading straight to hell

Judged by twelve or carried by six

You on the road to damnation Fritz

Ya homies never love you like I does

So straighten up or I'm a pull the plug

Good or evil, better make a choice

It's up to you to stop and use ya voice

Uno dos siesta

Money on the dresser

Every Sunday morning we had church and had to dress up

Uno dos siesta

Nowadays I'm messed up

I'm a break the law and them police gon have to catch up

Uno dos siesta

Money on the dresser

Every Sunday morning we had church and had to dress up

Uno dos siesta

Nowadays I'm messed up

I'm a break the law and them police gon have to catch up

Smoking loud, gave no fucks

Kept some Henny in my cup

Every night called different hoes

And all them know I'm tryna fuck

All the neighbors called the law

We dipped when we saw them cars

Sunday morning, pastor paused

I can't fuck with y'all

Our fathers couldn't help a nigga

It was mom's thoughts to put a belt to niggas

Said that God's watching you don't wanna end up sittin that pine box

quit being selfish niggas

But when I had nothing, I had to do some

I would do anything to get the funds

Robbin and trappin to get me them ones

Materialistic but never felt wrong

What have I lost? What have I gained

Who would I cross to get me some things

Who would I hawk to get me a chain

That shit is so unbelievable, Mayne

The evil was so inconceivable then

Nowadays I'm tryna level my soul

Pray for the younger me, now that I know

My adolescence was so outta control

Whoa

Uno dos siesta

Money on the dresser

Every Sunday morning we had church and had to dress up

Uno dos siesta

Nowadays I'm messed up

I'm a break the law and them police gon have to catch up

Uno dos siesta

Money on the dresser

Every Sunday morning we had church and had to dress up

Uno dos siesta

Nowadays I'm messed up

I'm a break the law and them police gon have to catch up