Greenlanders - Never YN (feat. Ol’ Thug) Lyrics

(Zero motion pro staying inside)
(Saying he got bitches but was caught in a lie)
(And if you come back to the studio ill make you resign)
(Ain't got no bars so ill give you a rhyme)

They call him lil zero bitch where the wifies at
(Oof)
Yung jit spittin heat I got enough of that
Makin no cheddar You a YN bomboclat
And while your counting quarters i got my numbers stacked

He built like he got narcissist parkinson's
Spazzin out and thinkin your smooth but you remark concerns
(Check it)
And taking up air like a subi in a f*cking parking space
But im OG and youre just a f*cking copy and paste

You aint go no flow, that is your flaw
You look at my steeze, cant stop staring in awe
And when your in prison your lips will cause some probs
(Because your mates will give you more than a straw)

Little pocket holder thought it was all too easy
Now you feeling nervous and telling all your friends that your feeling a bit queesy
Now your purpose is to be clowned in all the whips on repeat
And i got got him all wrapped while he still trying to read me
(Read him up)

He trying step outta the shadow but all see is a re-me
They say never meet your heroes but erik was glad to meet me
Bro wishes that he could slump me but i aint ever be sleepy
He cant ever beat me and whenever im asked if he pulls i say
(Not really)
(Realy though)
(Not at f*cking all)
(Jumpshot)

Sorry i didnt mean to cook you lil bro
(Scorching)
Thought you were retarded so i went a lil slow
(Poor kid)
So now i'll spit and it will clearly show
(No tint)
That im on top and you way down below

Now i got you all crunched just like your credit
(Credit crunch)
Erik hit up the huzz
But he never got a message
(N***a munch)
This mothaf*cka retarded you must've thought the kid was celibate
(Very much)
Broke ass and weeping his eyes staying on that packed up peasant shit
Bro can't turn from the past and know what the f*cking present is
Your the demographic that these goofy botches be messing with
You smell like dior and you whore
You aint got no pussy but need more
You get sore while all of your bitches still stay bored
(Yeaa)

Just a little suckup like chance around a Vacuum
Yoy got none prior so you finally use your brain and f*cking Assume
Now youve upgraded from a blender and rainingtears like a Typhoon
Got me spinning and radiating like the sun reaching a High noon
Just put the burgers in the bag with the Fries too
Your just another f*cking clown, your a dollar made High prize fool
I actually got you stuck and my heat
Surprised me too
But what defines me to you
Is something that shines straight through

How can you be in the crew, its time for you to pack it up
Putting this out really soon, and boutta have you acting up
Boutta have the groupies and the real ones all crackin up
Now just like you, its time for this track to get wrappin up

Yung Jit tryna join the game, bet on black with no bread in
No bitches hall of fame, i think its time for your dumbass to head in
Your trying to keep your rep,
While all of these highkey bars are sendin
But all you'll ever reach is a low-tier rap and a
(Dead end)