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ScHoolboy Q - Yeern 101 (Lyrics) Subscribe here: Follow us on Spotify: Stream: ➡️ Join Our Discord: ➥ Become a fan of Rap City: ➥ ScHoolboy Q: Subscribe now 🔔 ✗ 📲 Connect with me: ✗ Submit & Contact 🔻 📧: aron@ #ScHoolboyQ #Yeern101 #rap #city 🎵 Lyrics: Like damn, Wop, how I get a bitch like yeern? I'm a drop-top n***a 'cause the sun won't burn Wanna live like Wop, but the stripes ain't earned I'ma get it right now, I ain't waitin' no turn Got a brand new house, trying to void my hurt 'Bout six point somethin' and it feel like church Heard the hood got whack and the set went turnt Got a 488 and it glide like Kurt I've been livin' off golf from the last few deals When the Nike check came, man, I still got chills Hit a 2K lick, I ain't even go pro Got a boss outlet, now I'm smellin' like goat Call me Ice Cube baby, way they sit on my chain Heard a lame-ass n***a tryna play with my name When I'm twenty-three to it and I'm goin' no brain Goin' dumb with these hundreds and my thumb got stained I'm a n***a out here, everything come free I ain't never met God, but I bet he know me Put the money in a set, a n***a die in them streets Threw the boy alley oop, now he ridin' on fleek (Suu) Got a Porsche light skin and the ceilin' got peeled I was twenty plus young when this shit got real Young black boy runnin', got me out of that field Made a livin' off game, you should get it on film I ain't never your kind, late but I'm really on time Girl, what you put in your mind? I ain't diggin' your sign Truth or that pussy ain't mine, hurt, but I made it out fine Still in my prime, broke n***a, really out lyin' Talk like he Tony Hawk grind, throwin' twenty on nine N***a how you live with no spine? Broke n***a better off dyin' Man, you n****s got nerve, broke ass, need to get a bird Fuck it, I'ma get it off first, find a wave you ain't surf You bitch-n****s lookin' all hurt, funny 'til your eagle got nurfed Boy done made it all worse, woke up lookin' like work One-fifty lay on my shirt, twenty lay on my teeth Boy, I make a M in my sleep, everything I want in my reach I'ma run it off tops, wonder where I've been? I've been pullin' off lots Four-fifty for it, I'ma keep it on stock Cognac bezel with the ticker on rocks Fig-side n***a, tell me what I ain't got Get it right now where I got it back then Number one stunna about the level Raised by the gang with a mill' like Philly (Brr, ay) With the watch, two-fifty and a bitch so— (Blue) (Suu) [Interlude] Uh (Su, su, su) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh Yeah, uh (Suu) [Verse 2] When the door got closed, I ain't feel too bad I'ma run mine up, I'ma have some stash Now you in a broad purse, boy, you goin' out sad Now you wanna couch surf and you keep a little rash N***a livin' out his backpack, need to get a bag Got a gray double R and it need both lanes Got a dollar to his name, but he all gang-gang Boy, you all on my dick man I find that strange Keep playin' with the fire, bet his ass get burned Heard your boy got spent when the light got turned Got his head all cracked, man, the boy won't learn Big racked up shawty way the block gets served N****s always sorry when the cap don't work Got the butterfly doors and it fly like bird Bet I love my bitch, boy I ain't them nerds Like damn, Wop, how I get a bitch like yeern?
