YUXH Lyrics

YUH, find it weird how they changed up

Now they wanna know about the youngin' cause I'm fuckin' up

Three hundred dollar ounce, I'm smokin', I feel up, up, up, up, up

Last dude tried to run up, he got shot right in his gut

A hundred bands, yeah, that's all I really need

But when I touch a mil, I'ma disappear straight with your bitch

Touch these diamonds on my wrist, my youngin' really get you killed

Big-ass youngin' ballin' on the court, I thought his ass was Wilt

Uh, thought his ass was Will

Big-ass youngin' ballin' on the court, I thought his ass was Will

Uh, yeah, thought his ass was Will

Uh, when she suck it, yeah, she twist it

She fuckin' me because da youngin' rich

Uh, but she a gold-diggin' ass bitch

Uh, nah, I can't fuck with that

Uh, nah I can't fuck with that

Uh, seen that from a mile away and now you ditched

Bitch, I leave you in the ditch

Approximately three hours after you eat my fuckin' kids

Uh, this bitch, she suck my shit, and

I swear that she ain't leave no fuckin' spit

Uh, she ain't leave, one drop

Uh, worry about your own damn cup, don't worry what's in my pop

Uh, know I got that quagen

Uh, or that fuckin akorn

Uh, bitch, I'm sippin' woky

Uh, your bitch all up in my section, yeah, she beggin' to top me up

Uh, I told her she can't top me, but go on top of my mans, lil' bitch

Yeah, I pulled up to the fuckin' club, I got them bands, lil' bitch

Threw like two bands in one night

And my dog, he threw like three

Bitch, I put up in that Lambo, yeah, I came from trappin' all night

Hit my phone, up bitch, I got all dem pints

Get em gone for a very low rate

Bitch, I pulled up flexin', wearin' Louis, Gucci, and Bape