Lyrics Yungen – Pepper Riddim #UnoDemOnes

I’m the same kid that got kicked out of school
But thank the lord I ain’t dumb
Now I make more dough than every kid in my year
Miss Peacock can suck her mum
Yeah, yeah, I come with them skippy flows
You know Ry and Tré, they’re my little bros
Yeah, we in the range, dipping low
I’m still running through the hood with my flipping woes
Woop, pour me more Cognac
I made «Ain’t On Nuttin'», they ain’t on that
I told the labels dem if that sterling ain’t right
There’s no way that I’m signing no contract
Pull up the track
Tell a boy say my name and get slapped
Tell a boy come round here and get clapped
I don’t trust no buddy, I just get mo stacks
Two shows, one night, I get more stacks
Man can never tell me my tunes are crap
Man can never tell me my tunes are crap
When Ain’t on Nuttin brought K Koke back
Back-back-back, shout out Koke
I don’t smoke weed, I don’t take coke
I don’t do balloons, I ain’t tryna float
I’m just tryna make sure I don’t go broke
I brought the man dem in, we can never go broke
They ain’t on my wave, tell em get out my boat

I ain’t no clown, I ain’t here to run joke
Now I got everyone singing my quote
Fam, I get peng lightys like uno dem ones
Buff brownings like uno dem ones
White tings like uno dem ones
You don’t get no gyal, you don’t know dem ones
Asian tings like uno dem ones
Them man hating, we don’t know dem ones
Couple tings I beat they still live with their parents
But now it’s all peak cause I know their mums
Man’s wealthy
I ain’t rich, but man’s healthy
Me, I’m a lighty, I take selfies
If you don’t know me, don’t bell me
Yeah, my bro’s in jail getting jail P
Lord knows I never called him to help me
Fam, I was 17 rocking LV
Around the same times I used to check Chelsea
I had to tell Chelsea I’m a hazard
All these fake rappers all need an Oscar
Cause she begs she wants to go to a nice restaurant
But I’mma buy her a coffee at Costa
Yeah, my bro stepped in with the ‘matic
He said «put Yungen up on that roster»
Word to the boy Kano, I know my P’s and Q’s
And I’ll pop pop till a man’s popular
Man’s popular, don’t try me
Cause I’ll put a loaf on your head
And everyone knows I get bread
And you don’t wanna end up dead
I ain’t in that he said, she said
Tell that don don’t cry, don’t beg
Tell that ho that she better give hed
Cause man don’t beat on no reds
The kids wanna be me
Cause I’m certified like Sneaky
Yeah, I’m certified like Krept & Konan
It’s long if a nigga wanna beef me
When my mum told me «get a job»
I told her that I’m gonna make a CD
Lord knows that she didn’t believe me
Now I’m 23 and never had a CV
And I pay her bills like uno dem ones
You don’t know dem ones
Fuck off

Shit! Niggas talking ’bout they know them ones, you ain’t know them ones, nigga. You know them ones, huh? Do ya, huh? Shit