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Yung Mal

Exotic

 

Exotic

(album: 6 Rings - 2020)


(Pyrex Whippa)

[Yung Mal:]
Popping this shit, got it hot, yeah, I'm popping
My pockets, they full of that broccoli
They pay me guala to stand on they couches
You know I can't go, they ain't send no deposit
Brother still slanging that dope
And my young niggas riding with the stick, tryna catch them a body
Put up racks every day, yeah, that's my hobby (Racks)
Racks, they heavy, boy, I need a dolly (Shit heavy)
Stick to the code, never tell on nobody
Call me Big Pissy, my wrist need a potty (Big Pissy)
Fire his ass up, know we smoking on oppys
Almost fell in love 'cause her toppy be sloppy (Ugh)
Rocking two chains and I got on Versace
Got two seats, so I ride with the chopper (Strap)
Own all kinds of narcotics (Hah)
Too high, smoking nothing but exotic

I can't go in if I can't get the Glock in (No)
Still stuck with the gang 'cause that's how I'm rocking (Gang)
Nigga got killed, I heard they left him hot like a pocket (Hot)
Too many hundred dollar bills, what the fuck I'ma do with a wallet?
Don't got no ID (Nah), drive the Wraith with no fucking license
Big rocks, put a hole in my ear like Tyson
Came out the hole, we ain't have nothing but butter and rice (Yeah)
Now when thet get a verse, it come with prices
No, I'm not a ref, but I got me some stripeys
Ran out of Percs, now we popping Vikes
Some niggas went left when I got it righteous (Fuck)
Talk to my son and he be getting excited (Hah)
My dog got no bond and he indicted (Damn)
We got the trap hot just like The Wire
Somebody get water, bitch, I'm on fire (Yeah)
And I'm a boss, need a job, you get hired
Fuck these niggas, put F's on my tire (Fuck 'em)
Let up the wings, no miles on this Tesla (Ooh)
She got some mouth, so I let gang test her (Ugh)
I keep a pocket full of that cheddar (Racks)
Hotter than kettle

Popping this shit, got it hot, yeah, I'm popping
My pockets, they full of that broccoli
They pay me guala to stand on they couches
You know I can't go, they ain't send no deposit
Brother still slanging that dope
And my young niggas riding with the stick, tryna catch them a body
Put up racks every day, yeah, that's my hobby (Racks)
Racks, they heavy, boy, I need a dolly (Shit heavy)
Stick to the code, never tell on nobody
Call me Big Pissy, my wrist need a potty (Big Pissy)
Fire his ass up, know we smoking on oppys
Almost fell in love 'cause her toppy be sloppy (Ugh)
Rocking two chains and I got on Versace
Got two seats, so I ride with the chopper (Strap)
Own all kinds of narcotics (Hah)
Too high, smoking nothing but exotic

[Lil Quill:]
1017 too hot, bae, your ass so fat, I can't pass
Drop the top double-R, 2015 your dash (Drop the top)
Push the gas to the floor, give a fuck if I crash
I got so many racks, why the fuck is you mad?
VVS diamonds glass
Push-start the whip, it crank up and go fast (Go fast)
Hashtag, you tryna beef on the 'Gram (Hell nah)
Check, let's parachute when I land (Check that)
Check that, we gon' pull up and spray 'em (Check that)
Got too many racks in these Amiri pants (Too many racks)
Popping shit with Yung Mal, the family (Poppin')
Goddamn leaf, it got too many grams in it (On God)
Flooded the watch and the rope and the pendant, I'm getting it (Flooded)
Used to be broke, came up scraping up pennies (Scrape 'em up)
Not tripping, big scales in the kitchen
I'm whipping, got Pyrex with me (Let's do it)

[Yung Mal:]
Popping this shit, got it hot, yeah, I'm popping
My pockets, they full of that broccoli
They pay me guala to stand on they couches
You know I can't go, they ain't send no deposit
Brother still slanging that dope
And my young niggas riding with the stick, tryna catch them a body
Put up racks every day, yeah, that's my hobby (Racks)
Racks, they heavy, boy, I need a dolly (Shit heavy)
Stick to the code, never tell on nobody
Call me Big Pissy, my wrist need a potty (Big Pissy)
Fire his ass up, know we smoking on oppys
Almost fell in love 'cause her toppy be sloppy (Ugh)
Rocking two chains and I got on Versace
Got two seats, so I ride with the chopper (Strap)
Own all kinds of narcotics (Hah)
Too high, smoking nothing but exotic

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