Ouu Yung Boy interlude
Fuck sitting on the fence, ima go nurmagomedov
If you come between my ends, ima blow your fucking head off
Ya we roll it in the benz, then hot box it like a sweatlodge
No this shit never pretend, off the head just like a dreadlock
She gon keep it freaky when her friends are on the phone
Ya they think she all alone, but she really topping dome
She eat me up in that bathtub, she sweet enough but its fast love
Now she be thinking im whack bruh, lieukimia, we got bad blood
I started rapping in high school, Oh my god the women loved it
I was a random fuck and this bitty at a party put her hands all up on my stomach
I was lusting, she loved it, she was never ever gonna gimme no ass
But man after the rapping she said fuck it
You a rapper now so you can touch it
But now I say fuck it im making a classic
I pick out the stem and I roll to the basket
I feel like im making the road to Damascus
Can't watch the throne when its under yo asses
The devil is friendly (oooh)
Dontchu ever forget me (oooh)
Vendetta for many (oooh)
Gon plenty4twenty (aye)
Ouu Yung Boy fuck it up because u wrote it
Because u wrote it

My grandma was trynna find food in the desert in yemen
Thank god I was born in the six
My boy he was bigger than anyone but when I met him
I swear he was sort of a bitch
We toked up, we choked up
Got quotes up, hit quotas
Rhyme together but eyes so low bruh
(rhyme together but eyes so luw bruh)
Had to grab a hot dog with that Costco load
HGH, had to get high on that growth hormone
Im trynna pack the house like a home foreclosed
Don’t call my phone, no heart of gold, no snapchats no more

Nitz who dat be, know the one who blow them trees (tru)
We smoking and cooking and repping and looking
And the we be bumping the beats
Ya we do this every day, hundred-fifty kilos what I weigh
Yeah we rich like fanny may, get the lambo like green bay
Stack up the riches, the money and the hoes
From my louis to my pucci shit I rock the freshest clothes
The paper like a press and the women come and go
If you come between my ends, cop some louis then I go
Ouu Yung Boy fuck it up because u wrote it
Because u wrote it
Ouu Yung Boy, ouu yung shit
Ouu yung boy ouu yung shit
Plenty4twenty ya we dat shit bitch