Lyrics Lil Tracy – Black Amulet
Text:
Ay Yung Bruh
I see you over there Glo’d up, I see you over there shining
I see you over there on your Samsung
You got a lot of bitches, bruh
You say you still lonely Yung Bruh?
Damn, I feel you, bruh
Real talk, bruh, just stay positive, bruh
You don’t really nobody, bruh, you got yourself, bruh
You got your computer, right? (why?)
Alright, you all good (why?)
Ay (why?)
Real nigga shit, I’m tryna get rich
I’m riding in that Neon, but I want a Benz
Real nigga shit, don’t follow no trends
Be your damn self, not him, him, and him
Foreverclique, bitch, my soul cannot die
Fuck going to work at 9 and staying til 5
Real nigga shit, hide your bitch
‘Cause I’m extremely rare and so fabulous
My life changed after my first acid trip
I realized that fashion shit is some faggot shit (fuck fashion)
Go ‘head, wear your mall clothes with your matching kicks (fuck that shit)
I’m gon hit the thrift store, watch hoes attack my dick (damn)
The weed that I smoke loud like a ratchet bitch (ay be quiet)
This that Shanisha pack, shawty, with them fat ass hips (oh, oh damn)
Bitch I’m making music, fuck that rapping shit
Ay, real nigga shit, I’m far from average (grra, grra)
Ok, Yung Bruh, everybody know that you Glo’d up (ok, Yung Bruh)
Everybody know that you shining like a god damn Gucci UFO (ok, Yung Bruh, we get it. We get it Yung bruh)
I don’t know about you, I’m gon see the world
I’m gon go to Europe and fuck 10 girls
Please pay attention, what I’m saying is not just words
My soul can’t die, I’m connected to the Earth
Real nigga shit, when you talk, bitch watch your words
I’ll come with the sword, I’ll leave you bloody and hurt
I don’t wanna do that, I’d rather just smoke some herbs
Bitch, I’m Yung Bruh, I should charge 1k for a verse
JK, I’m not that good
Maybe I should fill out applications
Or maybe I should juug
Fuck it, I’m gon do music just like I should (ay)
Real nigga shit, I’m tryna get rich
I’m riding in that Neon, but I want a Benz (I want a Benz)
Real nigga shit, don’t follow no trends (don’t do that)
Be your damn self, not him, him, and him (fuck that nigga)
What if I told you that I am a witch?
I practice dark magic, cast spells on my tracks
Yung Bruh, what the fuck you talking ’bout?
I’m on the internet feasting on your energy
