Young Niggaz – Gucci Mane
[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame]
Twisting fingers in the club, I’m a young n_gga
I got them young n_ggas that’ll hide your body parts
Pants sagging, flag hanging, I’m a young n_gga (x2)
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Yeah, most my n_ggas rob, they don’t got a job
I got a couple young n_ggas that’ll take the charge
So I don’t bring a bodyguard, I bring my entourage
Stop the track, pause, R.I.P. to Camoflague
I’m ’bout to pull my yellow ‘Rari out the car garage
I got some young n_ggas that’ll hide your body parts
[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]
Twisting fingers in the club, I’m a young n_gga
Got them old n_ggas saying I love that young n_gga
Your whole clique buying shots, y’all some broke n_ggas
Pants sagging, flag hanging, I’m a young n_gga
In the car, strapped up with them guns, n_gga
We shooting at the police just for fun, n_gga
[Hook: Gucci Mane]
My pants sagging low like a young n_gga
I’m twisting up the dro like a young n_gga
I’m in the club, thirty deep, like a young n_gga
I’m still in the streets like a young n_gga
Like a young n_gga, this one for the young n_ggas
Where you from, this one for them young n_ggas
This one is for the young n_ggas
Where you from, n_gga, this one’s for the young n_ggas
[Hook: Gucci Mane]
[Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame]
Ray Charles vision, screaming where’s the competition
Lot of rappers on a carton, man, they swag missing
I’m on that young n_gga sh_t, shiesty ass n_ggas at my shows rob for bricks
Gucci said I’m going hard, Flocka on this sh_t
Old-school swag, got these hoes on my d_ck
I’m a lotto pick, I’m like which girl to get
Pulled up on some onset, yellow and black whip
I’m on my Wiz Khalifa sh_t, I don’t do no papers
Fresh up on them papers, haters catch the vapors
Shoes alligator, I’m talking about Jordans
She ain’t got enough swag, shawty can’t afford ’em
[Hook: Gucci Mane]
