YN Jay – Distrokid

YN Jay – Distrokid Lyrics

Artist: YN Jay
Song: Distrokid

Alright, yeah
Alright, yeah
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Shout out to DistroKid

Alright, man, shout out to DistroKid, bro
I’m signed to them, n#gg#, you know what I’m saying? (313 Mafia)
I just checked my sh#t today and I’m happy (Alright)
Shout out to DistroKid, they got me lookin like the brick man

Walking through the hood with some big plans
How you up a hundred K, but you cryin’ over six bands?
The way I run the money up, I got six legs
How you gon’ drop a hundreds shots, bro, you ain’t even put the clip in

How you gon’ suck my dick good? I ain’t even put the tip in
I’m finna f#ck her for an hour, then I’m dippin’
Me and Louie finna pour a whole four in a Lipton
I be drinkin’ pints of Wock’ with my rich friends

Lil’ brodie off E, look how his lip dance
I can tote the four-nick with two clips in these big pants
You gotta get us all on cam, brodie, switch lens
Yeah, alright, you ready?

I gotta get the next piece did all baguettey
sh#t crazy, they don’t wanna see us win, no confetti
Signed to DistroKid ’cause they payin’ out heavy
Woo

I’ll have my Florida boy come and get you, he got six dreads
Yeah, the big dreads
I just hopped off the bench and start shootin’, I’m the sixth man
Your b#tch don’t got no ass, she got thick legs

I just hopped fresh off a plane, I’m a displayer
In the club standin’ on the table while my sh#t playin’
I’m a shooting guard, I’m not a big man
Yeah, okay

Your b#tch give me good top, she got a big head
Walked in the house late as f#ck, got my b#tch mad
Your b#tch wanna ride dick, she at Six Flags
Damn, how she end up there?

You was just talkin’ ’bout beef, how you end up scared?
Who was that ridin’ down the street? I’m well aware
Ayy, I just heard your new sh#t, yeah, that new sh#t everywhere
I ain’t someone to approach, I got a dark stare

You might not believe it is, but it’s a heart there
You would think I hate the hood, look how I park there
Yeah, where the ‘caine at?
Plug wanted me to sell dope, he sick I came rap

Lift up your b#tch shirt, over her #ss where my name at
f#ck her good, then wake her son up like, “Where your game at?”
Oh, you wanna go to war? Why you ain’t say that?
Want a verse from me, damn near— you wanna pay that?

I’ve been feeding my pockets cheese all day, they gon’ stay fat
Creep up on him like, “You need some help?” b#tch, I’m A-Wax
Right now a pint of red eight racks, but I can pay that
b#tch, my rent twenty-eight hundred, where you stay at?

Just took a loss on twenty-eight racks, I’m finna shake back
Man
I ain’t gon’ lie, lately, I’ve been drinkin’ Wock’ like I can’t act
I was never good at movie roles ’cause I can’t act

f#ck, I just failed my ACT ’cause I can’t act
Burberry hat four hundred, but I can’t cap
I’ll beat a n#gg# #ss right now, bet you can’t scrap
I just pulled up with Lil Yachty in a Maybach

Backseat came with a recliner, I be laid back
I can tell you ’bout some old sh#t, it was way back (Ahh)
I just shot a n#gg# ’cause he owed me money, is that payback?
I’ll f#ck your story up and go a page back

I should do some crazy sh#t and get a face tat
I wonder if the blunt gon’ hit the same if I lace that
Mmm, with some good rock
I just made too much money for a shoebox

Ahh, I’m too hot
I need a lot of ice quick, go to Icebox
They keep tryin’ to figure me out, need an autops’
I’ll drop a n#gg# roof, he a soft top

Shit
Yeah, alright, where we at?
Alright
We at the Piston game smokin’ zaz’ in the skybox

Askin’ all the white people, “Do I look high or not?”
I’m finna run a bag up in some high-tops
When it’s time to slide, all I see is red, I need eye drops
n#gg#, I keep a gun on me, why would I box?

It’s a three of Act’, dinosaur juice, we drinkin’ triclops
Chains makin’ too much noise, I gotta take em off
Unc’ cleaned the whole block up, I gotta break him off
Yeah, them panties you got cute, but take ’em off

And I’m tryna see if you really bad, take the makeup off
Run up on me, I ain’t got a gun, I’ll break your jaw
Yeah, I run off on a plug, but I paid him off
f#ck the police, I’ma break the law

Ahh
I think dog got COVID-19, he got a dry cough
I be coochie scoutin’ in the dark, I’m a night hawk
I ain’t let the pit off the— ahh

I ain’t let the pit off the leash, but I fight dogs
I can’t look down from the top ’cause I might fall
New b#tch don’t even suck dick, she just like balls
Yeah, she just lick balls

I’ma drop my nuts in her mouth, she got big jaws
I just push a red button every time your b#tch call
How the f#ck you got hair, but your b#tch— okay
How the f#ck you got hair, but your b#tch bald?

I can’t jump from up here, it’s too far to fall
This b#tch talk too much, call her blab-it-all
I’m damn near too fair, let you have it all
Now you got the big head, you a tritops

My cook space got a name, call it pie locks
I ain’t tryna go to sleep, I need eye locks
We at the point to the point to where we can’t stop
Yeah
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YN Jay Lyrics – Distrokid

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From the album:
Coochie Chronicles [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021