Lyrics to Jeune Og
(Gyant)
I pull up in a brand-new Gatt, fuck it
I got motion, but I'm young, fuck it
Hands on the wheel, I'ma ride, baby, oh, yeah
Hands on the wheel, let my rich model ho hit
Huh, hey, B, I see you gave these niggas hoes the D
My mind on E, I don't give a F 'cause I keep it G
I throw my snapback on and I just let shit be
They can't catch my flow, they think I'm offbeat
I'm kissin' pink, she the missin' link
The pussy is pink and I now wanna link, nigga
We live and then leave, uh, nigga
I can't catch a break, yeah
I pull up in a brand-new Gatt, fuck it
I got motion, but I'm young, fuck it
Hands on the wheel, I'ma ride, baby, oh, yeah
Hands on the wheel, let my rich model ho hit
Let's hit the crib, let's get faded
Sittin' on that couch, I'm lookin' up like, "I made it"
I'm that motherfuckin' bitch, every day I say it
Man, that rap game, I hate it so much, but I'ma go 'head and take it (Wow)
I get the dank (Ooh, wow)
I get the dank, yeah (Ooh, wow)
I get the drank, yeah (Ooh, wow)
I get the dank (Ooh, wow)
I get the dank, yeah (Ooh, wow)
I get the drank, yeah (Ooh, wow)
On the weekend (Ooh, wow)
Yeah, [?][1:18] with the pistol in it
Putting shit in my chain with the crystal in it (Crystal in it)
Yeah, [?] with the [?]
[Oh my God, this shit here potent][1:26], man, I'm quick to timid (Quick to timid, yeah)
I pull up in a brand-new Gatt, fuck it (It's big, yeah)
I got motion, but I'm young, fuck it
Hands on the wheel, I'ma ride, baby, oh, yeah
Hands on the wheel, let my rich model ho hit
Rick Owen all down my shoes strings (Yeah)
I'm so fucking high without the balloon string (Yeah)
My bitch so mad at me, I hate her mood swings (Yeah)
I'm a motherfucking sight without a blick (Yeah)
But I'm getting money, looking broke like all the owners
If I rule the world, bitch, I delete the posers off
Every time I rock the show, the fans, they bringing posters up
Every time I rock the show, model bitches posting up
Hopping like I been there sooner, your ass act suspicious, yeah, huh, yeah
In a hundred years, will my name still be mentioned? Yeah, huh, yeah (Yeah)
I pull up in a brand-new Gatt, fuck it
I got motion, but I'm young, fuck it
Hands on the wheel, I'ma ride, baby, oh, yeah
Hands on the wheel, let my rich model ho hit (Hit)
I pull up in a brand-new Gatt, fuck it
I got motion, but I'm young, fuck it
Hands on the wheel, I'ma ride, baby, oh, yeah
Hands on the wheel, let my rich model ho hit (Hit)
Huh (Hit)
Huh (Hit)
Huh (Hit)
Uh
I pull up in a brand-new Gatt, fuck it
I got motion, but I'm young, fuck it
Hands on the wheel, I'ma ride, baby, oh, yeah
Hands on the wheel, let my rich model ho hit
Huh, hey, B, I see you gave these niggas hoes the D
My mind on E, I don't give a F 'cause I keep it G
I throw my snapback on and I just let shit be
They can't catch my flow, they think I'm offbeat
I'm kissin' pink, she the missin' link
The pussy is pink and I now wanna link, nigga
We live and then leave, uh, nigga
I can't catch a break, yeah
I pull up in a brand-new Gatt, fuck it
I got motion, but I'm young, fuck it
Hands on the wheel, I'ma ride, baby, oh, yeah
Hands on the wheel, let my rich model ho hit
Let's hit the crib, let's get faded
Sittin' on that couch, I'm lookin' up like, "I made it"
I'm that motherfuckin' bitch, every day I say it
Man, that rap game, I hate it so much, but I'ma go 'head and take it (Wow)
I get the dank (Ooh, wow)
I get the dank, yeah (Ooh, wow)
I get the drank, yeah (Ooh, wow)
I get the dank (Ooh, wow)
I get the dank, yeah (Ooh, wow)
I get the drank, yeah (Ooh, wow)
On the weekend (Ooh, wow)
Yeah, [?][1:18] with the pistol in it
Putting shit in my chain with the crystal in it (Crystal in it)
Yeah, [?] with the [?]
[Oh my God, this shit here potent][1:26], man, I'm quick to timid (Quick to timid, yeah)
I pull up in a brand-new Gatt, fuck it (It's big, yeah)
I got motion, but I'm young, fuck it
Hands on the wheel, I'ma ride, baby, oh, yeah
Hands on the wheel, let my rich model ho hit
Rick Owen all down my shoes strings (Yeah)
I'm so fucking high without the balloon string (Yeah)
My bitch so mad at me, I hate her mood swings (Yeah)
I'm a motherfucking sight without a blick (Yeah)
But I'm getting money, looking broke like all the owners
If I rule the world, bitch, I delete the posers off
Every time I rock the show, the fans, they bringing posters up
Every time I rock the show, model bitches posting up
Hopping like I been there sooner, your ass act suspicious, yeah, huh, yeah
In a hundred years, will my name still be mentioned? Yeah, huh, yeah (Yeah)
I pull up in a brand-new Gatt, fuck it
I got motion, but I'm young, fuck it
Hands on the wheel, I'ma ride, baby, oh, yeah
Hands on the wheel, let my rich model ho hit (Hit)
I pull up in a brand-new Gatt, fuck it
I got motion, but I'm young, fuck it
Hands on the wheel, I'ma ride, baby, oh, yeah
Hands on the wheel, let my rich model ho hit (Hit)
Huh (Hit)
Huh (Hit)
Huh (Hit)
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