Top Songs By Yung Mal
Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Yung Mal
Stimme und Gesang
G Herbo
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Brandon Williams Ross
Komponist:in
Jamal Braud
Songwriter:in
Herbert R Wright
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
KiidMaestro
Produzent:in
Lyrics
[Intro]
(Maestro clap them)
Yeah
[Instrumental]
They tryna figure out what's up with me
Shit, you know what's up with me
Shit ain't like it was, from the slums, shit was ugly
Now I'm in another league
I'm not Herbo, but I keep it G
Swervin', hit the curb in that Benz, boy, I'm super geeked
Had to earn my stripes, no Adidas
If they try, I get even
On a whole 'nother level, me and ****, we not equal
I tried to help some people, even gave my last to people
They only give me they ass to kiss, that's why I sit back and laugh at people
[Verse 1]
Got more money than all my teachers
Late night, my young ****, they be creepin'
Get right, lil' ****, boy, you better keep that heater
Fuck a bitch, then leave her, swear to God I never ever need her
Pull up in Tesla, that bitch got wings just like Jeepers Creepers
****, I make this shit look easy
****, I make this shit look simple
**** trippin', pop him fast just like pimple
Got so much shit on my agenda
Ain't got no time to kick it with you
Project livin', keep that blicky
Never know when **** come and get you
Better keep a hundred in that chopper, ****, that Glock gotta hold a fifty
He got hit all in his shit, but he didn't die, God with him
Got more tools than Bob the Builder
Yeah, I fuck your daughter, ****
Might switch my cars up
But I'm still on Candler 'cause that's where I started, yeah
Percocets, Adderall, we got party pack of pills
New spot, ducked off at the top of the hill
Broke **** waitin' on taxes at the top of the year
I feel like Jay-Z, ****, I got rocks in my ear
[Chorus]
They tryna figure out what's up with me
Shit, you know what's up with me
Shit ain't like it was, from the slums, shit was ugly
Now I'm in another league
I'm not Herbo, but I keep it G
Swervin', hit the curb in that Benz, boy, I'm super geeked
Had to earn my stripes, no Adidas
If they try, I get even
On a whole 'nother level, me and ****, we not equal
I tried to help some people, even gave my last to people
They only give me they ass to kiss, that's why I sit back and laugh at people
[Verse 2]
I gave half to my ****, we was equal (Equal, ****)
Let off one clip, spinned the block, did a sequel (Skrrt)
Parked the foreign and went drop-top Buick Regal (Old-school)
They be killin', we be killin', so who even? (Fuck ****)
**** drillin' or we chillin', numb feelings, drug dealing
Guns with us, mug ****, thug business, uh
Worst ****, first **** hung with him, uh (Gang)
Chase him, face him, think we racist, hung **** (Bah, bah)
White VS's in my bracelet, young **** (Ayy, ayy)
They know how I'm comin', Lambo still runnin' (Still runnin')
Rolls still runnin' (Still runnin'), hoes still runnin' (Still runnin')
Don't run up on me like that, they gon' kill somethin' (Kill somethin' 'bout me)
PTSD, but I'm G, so I heal from it (Ayy)
You can catch me where I be, I got real money (G Herbo)
Independent, as you see, but got deal money
Stressin' me 'bout them lil' G's, bitch, that's still money, ayy
[Chorus]
They tryna figure out what's up with me
Shit, you know what's up with me
Shit ain't like it was, from the slums, shit was ugly
Now I'm in another league
I'm not Herbo, but I keep it G
Swervin', hit the curb in that Benz, boy, I'm super geeked
Had to earn my stripes, no Adidas
If they try, I get even
On a whole 'nother level, me and ****, we not equal
I tried to help some people, even gave my last to people
They only give me they ass to kiss, that's why I sit back and laugh at people
[Outro]
Tryna figure out what's up with me
Shit ain't like it was, from the slums, shit was ugly
Now I'm in another league
Swervin', hit the curb in that Benz, boy, I'm super geeked
Had to earn my stripes, no Adidas
If they try, I get even
On a whole 'nother level, me and ****, we not equal
I tried to help some people, even gave my last to people
They only give me they ass to kiss, that's why I sit back and laugh at people
Written by: Brandon Williams Ross, Herbert R Wright, Jamal Braud