Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Yrnn , by - Humongous The GodRelease date: 02.02.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Yrnn |
| Ayo, shit real |
| Real shit |
| We trap |
| But we trap to rise above poverty |
| Humongous The God, straight out the trap |
| The Avengerz |
| But representing rising above poverty |
| It’s all about family |
| It’s all about gwalla |
| In Gwalla We Trust |
| I got a new hoe, now my old hoes call again |
| I got some new dough, now all my foes wanna be friends |
| Momma working 2 jobs, life so hard for this boy |
| Now this young boy only focus on Benjamin’s |
| He left home a bit, but he’s back in town |
| His moneys stacked now, he got his packs now |
| Another one |
| Now everybody in the city call him «Young Rich Nigga"now |
| Now everybody in the city call him «Young Rich Nigga"now |
| He that young nigga they hit up when the packs around |
| See you gettin' gwalla, now they all wanna come around |
| Tell them fuck boys I don’t wanna be friends |
| Now everybody in the city call him «Young Rich Nigga"now |
| He that young nigga they hit up when the packs around |
| See you gettin' gwalla, now they all wanna come around |
| Tell them fuck boys I don’t wanna be friends |
| Won’t catch me no Z’s, too focused on stackin' those M’s |
| Tell them fuck boys I don’t wanna be friends |
| I promised my momma a house and a benz |
| I promised my daughter whatever she wanted |
| I promised you, homie, way before emojis, you boy always kept it one-hunnid' |
| Trapped out, I prayed that my plugs stayed away from the sale |
| And them feds stayed away from the mail |
| NBA, MVP,, I’m catchin' and runnin' these plays |
| Might as well call this young nigga «Trap LeBron James» |
| Had to get gwalla, so it’s back to my ways |
| Back when discussions of pack and decay wasn’t just talks about rolling up J’s |
| Lil' homie, I made it |
| Killed every last one of you lames just to prove I am the greatest |
| No, I’m not Mike WiLL, but nigga, I made it |
| My ex hit me up, tryna chill and get faded |
| But I ain’t got no time, I’m tryna get paid quick |
| Moneys my mission, Tom Cruz with the |
| You should sit aside, like a Knicks game |
| I don’t switch up, only switch lanes |
| Now everybody in the city call him «Young Rich Nigga"now |
| He that young nigga they hit up when the packs around |
| See you gettin' gwalla, now they all wanna come around |
| Tell them fuck boys I don’t wanna be friends |
| Now everybody in the city call him «Young Rich Nigga"now |
| He that young nigga they hit up when the packs around |
| See you gettin' gwalla, now they all wanna come around |
| Tell them fuck boys I don’t wanna be friends |
| DJ Khaled! |
| Tell them fuck boys I don’t wanna be |
| Tell them fuck boys I don’t wanna be |
| Wanna be friends |
| Tell them fuck boys I don’t wanna be friends |
| Another one |
| Tell them fuck boys I don’t wanna be friends |