Yung Rose - WillyHong (feat. RayRay HBO, 6lo & A.T) Lyrics

Aye bro tell em turn my vocals up real quick
Shout out Willy, Shout out Hong
Aye bro let's get this shit man Get me with Liv stop playing, I got this shit hold up

F*ck them niggas who be talking out with all that shit
If you talk down on the team we might just pulled up with a stick
I let that shit hit Chay got me with the whip
Ferrogamo belt too much ice on my wrist
If you can't converse face-to-face then you a bitch
Leave me by my lonely I don't have time for your shit
I don't have time for a snitch, I don't have time for bitch
I be mopping on these Niggas, TTE will catch you slip

Fraud cast and alcohol
I remember high school after all
Past girls my heart would fall
Hoes f*cking bathroom stalls
Girls be acting slimy, my Niggas would switch up
So I came to the point where I didn't give a f*ck

I got a point in My steps with a chance after all
They be quick to assume just to watch your ass fall
Boy I came up and came out on big steps with big smiles
Got a foreign hoe from down the way tryna stay locked up for a while

Ok 88 got it
Glam on 88 Bali
See my pistol got some charges, cause it's down to rape bodies
If you not about that action don't you dare do the talkin
If you not for the team then you better get to walking
From the hood to the white land I probably f*ck I can
Rack up my finance
Got dollars bitch do my dance
Vlone on me, fresh to death you see
I do not say please I take what I need
Baby girl a feen, yeah I'm down to make a scene
Ride or die gang boy we out here living dreams
We out here getting cheese
We out here getting green
You brought you bitch in and now she out here with me

If you switched up on your bros you a lame man
I really get to that bag we use to gang bang
Free Sha Sha he like baba bring the damn pay
Rest In Peace to BaHeat don't trust for lease I'm ready gang gang
Gang gang gang gang gang gang gang
I put on I get my hoes for the gang gang
All my real right niggas on the same thing
You ain't gang you ain't gang you ain't gang gang

Pull up with the car, pull up with the cash
I be fleshing so hard that your ass be getting mad
Skrr Up new whip, shot that nigga dip
Turn around dip, like a nigga finna flip
Diamonds on my wrist, stacking like a list
Just took your girl, just took the piss
I be texting and finessing, and wake up with the Esten
While I be skipping all these lessons
To get naked my expression

Niggas smelling like money I dropped 2 on my cologne
Saucing on you niggas you can call me Post Malone
F*ck your bitch while her friend take selfies on her phone
Had to mute that nigga cause he wouldn't change his tone bitch

Pull up in a Rarri yeah, pull up in a Lambo yeah
Pull up in them Tyson whips that you can even follow yeah
Two door coupes Farri on Forgiatos
And now your bitch just wants to follow
Pull up in a Rarri yeah, pull up in a Lambo yeah
Pull up in them Tyson whips that you can even follow yeah
Two door coupes Farri on Forgiatos
And now your bitch just wants to follow