Текст YBN Cordae – Intro

Текст:

YBN Nahmir & YBN Almighty Jay:
Hello?
What up, bruh? What you doin’, bruh?
Shit, coolin’, ridin’ ’round right now, just seein’ what you was on. You straight, bruh?

Shit, hell nah, nigga out here stressin’, bruh, nigga tryin’ get out this shit
What you mean? What’s hatnin’?
Shit, nigga been goin’ through a whole lotta shit, ya dig what the fuck I’m sayin’?
Ayy, look, matter fact, uh, you and David drive down here, bro. It’s good, it’s all good, we finna see what hatnin’
Alright, bro, fusho, I’m on my way

YBN Almighty Jay:
Uh, let’s smoke this gas and get high man
You niggas hatin’ on me for real
Yuh, this that YBN shit, naw for real, YBN takeover
Yuh!

These niggas cappin’
I was dead broke, now I’m havin’
Mama, I made it, this YBN shit, more than just rappin’
Nahmir, my brother, we linked up
Hatin’ ass niggas wanna be us
Ride ’round my city with the black tint
‘Cause they said they goin’ kill us when they see us
You put a price on my head, get yo feet back
Chain all ice, ski that
I fucked that bitch and gave her my number
She called but ain’t get no feedback
My neck flooded like Harvey
If I broke your heart then I’m sorry
Freaky lil bitch, I get naughty
This the intro to the party (bitch!)

YBN Nahmir:

Woo
Damn, this shit crazy as hell
What the fuck, my niggas goin’ through it too

Niggas know me from that H to the A
Real nigga, I ain’t ever been fake
Stick stance, gotta get to the cash
Watch the grass ’cause these niggas be snakes
These niggas be actin’ like they’re really livin’
I used to be broke and I ain’t know the feelin’
That storm hit my house and I ain’t had no ceilin’
I knew it was time just like I’d seen the vision
Ayy, them niggas shot at my crib and my bro thought that he lost me
When I found out who it was I would shocked, them niggas crossed me
It get real up in that field so if you lackin’ then you get killed
I swear it’s war with all them niggas, we ain’t goin’ stop ’til they OT
Glizzy hit my phone, I was at that light smokin’ on that strong
Said, «Bro, it’s on,» this YBN shit, we goin’ take that home
Then I made that song, now all these fake niggas won’t leave me alone
I be in my zone, I’m the king right now, bitch, I need my throne
Gram went to jail, he was turnt up, nigga, he was causin’ hell
He ain’t had no bail, all he talked ’bout when he sent that mail
My career won’t fail, I’m the man of the house, not in no cell
Trap out hotels, if I ever go downhill, no, I won’t tell

YBN Almighty Jay:
Mama, I made it
Mama, I made it
Mama, I made it
These niggas cappin’
I was down broke, now I’m havin’
These niggas cappin’
I was down broke, now I’m havin’
I was down broke, now I’m havin’