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RBF YUNGINN (Complete)

Till You On

LIKETHAT

LIKETHAT (prod by @only1royalbeats)

My Squad

BLACK ALL STREET  - My Squad (feat. RBF YUNGIN & Mu Swaqq)

RBF YUNGINN - RBFAM | Out on all platforms

Lyrics

(Ay Veno)
Yeah, it's RBFAM man
Lets get it

Brothers before gang, RB MELLY just tatted his Hand
On his is RBFAM and you we bang that name
Keep talking shit like what you saying, hating bitch respect that name
Keep it real like you a man, only bitches hate on friends
Turn me up bitch I'm with gang, I got bros I ain't got close friends
You know it's up we stack 'em bands, RICHBOIIZFAM got hunnid grand
RB on top they understand, RB them chief they take commands
We rolling up we smoke 'em gas, fuck them bitch let me do my dance

Turn me up, I feel so lit (lit)
We caught that boy in the street
Swords pulled out like we Vikings (gang)
That boy start' scream like wieee!
We cut his leg he know we wicked (yeah)
Make him don't stand or kick
I told that nigga don't rock with me, next time you will see
On metro station that bitch was thick
We told her man come here real quick (bitch)
That bitch ass nigga was talking shit, we was high we on some weed
We told that bitch don't act so lit, you know it's up don't act solid
His bitch got scared she like honey, I told that bitch your man dick
No 1 vs 1 his ass got beat, bitch ass nigga was on my dick
Don't give a shit we left him bleed, then we leave left him with fear
He acted so lit now he got beat, left his face running some tears

Brothers before gang, RB MELLY just tatted his Hand
On his is RBFAM and you we bang that name
Keep talking shit like what you saying, hating bitch respect that name
Keep it real like you a man, only bitches hate on friends
Turn me up bitch I'm with gang, I got bros I ain't got close friends
You know it's up we stack 'em bands, RICHBOIIZFAM got hunnid grand
RB on top they understand, RB them chief they take commands
We rolling up we smoke 'em gas, fuck them bitch let me do my dance

Brothers before gang, RB MELLY just tatted his Hand
On his is RBFAM and you we bang that name (RBFAM)
Keep talking shit like what you saying, hating bitch respect that name
Keep it real like you a man, only bitches hate on friends
Turn me up bitch I'm with gang, I got bros I ain't got close friends
You know it's up we stack 'em bands, RICHBOIIZFAM got hunnid grand
RB on top they understand, RB them chief they take commands
We rolling up we smoke 'em gas
Fuck them bitch let me do my dance (yeah)

Turn me up (gang)
It's RBFAM man, yeah you already know whats up
Its TOP4LOOOR man, shoutout to all my bros man
Shout out to RBF Afro, RBF MT
RBF Melly, RBF Savage
And RBF Broski, RBF OT and RBF Kon and RBF Don (thats all the bros)
Yeah that's TOP4LOOOR man (gang)

RBFAM

RBFAM (prod. by @Veno)

June 26, 2023

Dark Slime (prod. by @kotape)

RBF YUNGINN - Miley Cyrus (Remix)
#Lyrics

#Chorus
I-I don’t text I tryna count up all the bread I tryna get the racks 
She wanna go out on date then we can have some sex
Yeah spend some cash, on some X, on a X
Pop a pill bitch pop a X
I - I tryna catch a kill bitch I do no flex
I cannot relax for real bitch I need no rest
I - I cannot stress I’m smoking gas 
I’m - I’m smoking gas 
We get lit yeah we geeked yeah bitch yeah nothing less
Big stick send a blitz yeah I’m not impressed 
Yeah in this bitch with my fucking vest

#Verse 
With my fucking vest she said she love how I dress (yeah! yeah! yeah!)
I step in big kicks yeah lil bitch I feel like T-Rex (yeah)
In this bitch with my motherfucking swag (yeah)
All these niggas they just copy swag (yeah! yeah! yeah!)
We smoking exotic weed and they smoking crack (yeah yeah!)
Bitch you packed leave a fuck nigga up in a past (yeah)
If you get close then you bitch will be put in a casket 
I’m rocking designer jacket, racks in my motherfucking pocket (yeah!)
We fucking hoes and these niggas they pocket watching (they pocket watching)

#Chorus
I-I don’t text I tryna count up all the bread I tryna get the racks 
She wanna go out on date then we can have some sex
Yeah spend some cash on some X on a X
Pop a pill bitch pop a X
I - I tryna catch a kill bitch I do no flex
I cannot relax for real bitch I need no rest
I - I cannot stress I’m smoking gas 
I’m - I’m smoking gas 
We get lit yeah we geeked yeah bitch yeah nothing less
Big stick send a blitz yeah I’m not impressed 
Yeah in this bitch with my fucking vest

Che - Miley Cyrus (RBF YUNGINN Remix)

Prod. Stopitleo
#Intro 
StopitLeo 

#Chorus
They don’t know me, you don’t know me
I’m in the party with my ghee, with my homie (with my homie)
We so slime like a tree
It get bloody, if - if a nigga try to play with me (whoa )then he will see (yeah yeah)
We in the party gettin’ lit, lil shawty tryna fuck with me (yeah)
She don’t give a fuck, she sippin’ V, she sips Hennessy (yeah yeah)
We keep the Glock and stay lowkey, run money up, makin papers like tree (yeah yeah)
We in the party gettin’ lit, we gettin’ lit (yeah)

#Verse
I’m gettin’ lit, I - I be steppin’ on shit (steppin’ on shit) turn this party to mosh pit
She fucks with my swag, yeah she fucks with my fit
I’m in this bitch like assassin creed, if you step on kick then you gettin’ hit (whoa)
In - in your face I gotta spit, I will punch on that boy like I punch on beat (yeah)
I’m keepin’ the Glock, I gotta keep the stick, I gotta keep a blicky
I’m - I’m shootin’ that boy like give a nigga pic
I’m rockstar in the city, bitch -bitch I’m star, shout out to my city 
She rockin’ all black, shawty lookin’ creepy
After party in car shawty fuckin’ with me
She thinks she a dime, she a fuckin’ penny
Bitch - bitch you don’t know me, rockstars in party with my nigga Benny
In mosh pit with my glizzy, I feel like Carti they cannot fuck with me
Like John Cena lil boy I bet you cannot see me
I’m feelin’ so lit, I’m boot’d up on some henny (henny)
I - I step in Balenci, I’m turnin’ this party down with my homie (whoa whoa)

#Chorus
They don’t know me, you don’t know me
I’m in the party with my ghee, with my homie (with my homie)
We so slime like a tree
It get bloody, if - if a nigga try to play with me (whoa )then he will see (yeah yeah)
We in the party gettin’ lit, lil shawty tryna fuck with me (yeah)
She don’t give a fuck, she sippin’ V, she sips Hennessy (yeah yeah)
We keep the Glock and stay lowkey, run money up, makin papers like tree (yeah yeah)
We in the party gettin’ lit, we gettin’ lit (yeah)

Lit Party

104%

Kick N Jump

SDLM

Prod. Kay Solo
#Chorus
Yeah, I’m feelin’ lit huh, bitch I’m so geeked (huh)
Bitch I’m so sick,huh, look - look at my wrist
Yeah, One hunnid and four, huh, hunnid degrees
Yeah, my niggas on go, huh, we gettin’ rich
Yeah, l’ll flex on your bitch, yeah lil YUNGINN so sick (huh)
Ho, I’m switchin’ flow, yeah bitch I don’t miss (huh)
Yeah, I’m feelin’ lit, yeah I’m makin’ hit (yeah) yeah, one hunnid and four, huh, hunnid degrees (yeah)

#Verse
Yeah I be so fresh, yeah, chrome heart my tee (yeah)
I’m steppin’ bitch I’m pushin’ P, I’m pushin’ pressure bitch with my fuckin’ team (yeah, whoa)
With my fuckin’ team, bitch I be steppin’ on your fuckin’ team (yeah)
I - I was fourteen fuckin’ bitches with my twin, yeah I fuck my bitch like she my queen
I keep goin’ up, I got a dream
I’m stuck in a dream, I’m sippin’ wock, I’m sippin’ green (Slatt)
Slimey business, money green, lil pussy get back choppa got a beam (yeah)
Choppa make a nigga scream, make a fuckin’ murder scene

#Chorus
Yeah, I’m feelin’ lit huh, bitch I’m so geeked (huh)
Bitch I’m so sick,huh, look - look at my wrist
Yeah, One hunnid and four, huh, hunnid degrees
Yeah, my niggas on go, huh, we gettin’ rich
Yeah, l’ll flex on your bitch, yeah lil YUNGINN so sick (huh)
Ho, I’m switchin’ flow, yeah bitch I don’t miss (huh)
Yeah, I’m feelin’ lit, yeah I’m makin’ hit (yeah) yeah, one hunnid and four, huh, hunnid degrees (yeah)

1Hunnidn4 (intro)

Prod. Stopitleo
In The Room
#Intro
(StopitLeo)

#Chorus
Who the fuck is you? Huh, who the fuck that nigga too?
Who - who the fuck these bitches too? Huh, I’m the biggest in the room
Huh, I stepped-in in the room, huh, I’m the flyest in the room
I’m the sickest in the room, huh I’m the highest in the room
Like Travis Scott when I’m in the room, I step-in in designer shoe (in designer shoe)
I’m so fuckin’ cool, huh, my pants are loose I’m saggin’ too (I’m saggin too)
I cannot snooze, huh, bitch I cannot fuckin’ lose
Huh, if I flex on you, huh, then I’m flexin’ on your crew

#Verse
If I aim on you, huh, bitch I pick on you (bitch I pick on you)
Bitch I keep a tool, I keep a Glock, I blast it go at you
I’m not Muslim yeah they knew, like Taliban I finna drop a boom (I finna drop a boom)
Bitch I rock no blue, (huh) I get the guap, I get the blues (I get the blues)
Everything brand new, lil bitch I’m ballin’ call me Tony Kroos (call me Tony Kroos)
And my bitch is new, my bitch is white lookin’ like a goose (lookin’ like a goose)
And I got loose screw, I finna die breakin’ all the rules
Huh,  I don’t know kung fu, I keep a Glock I put that bitch in use (put that bitch in use)
Like a fuckin’ zoo I be so geeked yeah on some shrooms (yeah on some shrooms)
If you act like fool, you will get kicked yeah in your tooth (yeah in your tooth)
I step in, in the room, I step in big kicks yeah Balenci boots (yeah Balenci boots)
When I’m in the room, they checked my swag they knew they doomed (they knew they doomed)

#Chorus
Who the fuck is you? Huh, who the fuck that nigga too?
Who - who the fuck these bitches too? Huh, I’m the biggest in the room
Huh, I stepped-in in the room, huh, I’m the flyest in the room
I’m the sickest in the room, huh I’m the highest in the room
Like Travis Scott when I’m in the room, I step-in in designer shoe (in designer shoe)
I’m so fuckin’ cool, huh, my pants are loose I’m saggin’ too (I’m saggin too)
I cannot snooze, huh, bitch I cannot fuckin’ lose
Huh, if I flex on you, huh, then I’m flexin’ on your crew

In The Room

Ying N Yang

Yin N Yang

Prod. Kay Solo
Goin Up
#Intro
(Huh, whoa)
(Ay, huh)

#Chorus
I - I get the guap, bitch I don’t talk, I run up the bag yeah no stop
I’m - I’m goin’ up, yeah - yeah bitch I’m goin’ to top
Huh, I’m sippin’ on lean, huh-huh, yeah - yeah in double cup
Huh, I was thirteen yeah - yeah in the street hangin’ with mob 
Huh - huh, I’m goin’ up, huh, I’m goin’ up
I - I do no talk, I do the job, huh, I get the guap
I’m goin’ up, huh - huh, huh, I’m goin’ up to top
Goin’ to top, I’m goin up

#Verse 
I’m in this bitch and I’m dressin’ all black, bitch I’m so lit I got swag
I’m rockin’ some shit, I like to flex
I spent a band (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
I fuck up my racks, I get the bag and hit the money dance
Bell yeah, bitch I’m the man, huh yeah, I feel like Ben (huh yeah, yeah-yeah) 
Bitch I’m a ten, bitch I’m too froze I feel like Johnny Dang
Huh - huh, I get the bag, huh, I get the cash, huh, I need no friend
I’m RBF, I don’t give a fuck,huh, I’m RBFAM
Huh-huh, I need no friend (huh-huh, huh)

#Chorus
I - I get the guap, bitch I don’t talk, I run up the bag yeah no stop
I’m - I’m goin’ up, yeah - yeah bitch I’m goin’ to top
Huh, I’m sippin’ on lean, huh-huh, yeah - yeah in double cup
Huh, I was thirteen yeah - yeah in the street hangin’ with mob 
Huh - huh, I’m goin’ up, huh, I’m goin’ up
I - I do no talk, I do the job, huh, I get the guap
I’m goin’ up, huh - huh, huh, I’m goin’ up to top
Goin’ to top, I’m goin up
I - I get the guap, bitch I don’t talk, I run up the bag yeah no stop
I’m - I’m goin’ up, yeah - yeah bitch I’m goin’ to top
Huh, I’m sippin’ on lean, huh-huh, yeah - yeah in double cup
Huh, I was thirteen yeah - yeah in the street hangin’ with mob 
Huh - huh, I’m goin’ up, huh, I’m goin’ up
I - I do no talk, I do the job, huh, I get the guap
I’m goin’ up, huh - huh, huh, I’m goin’ up to top
Goin’ to top, I’m goin up

Goin Up

No Question!

YhuhYhuh! (Lyric)

#IIntro
(You saved me)

#Chorus
Fat ass bitch, said she want a diamond ring (yeah huh)
I’m like “Bitch, hold on, did you lose your brain” (yeah huh)
Huh, pretty bitch, but she cannot be my main (yeah)
Yeah, she not rich, yeah she want to get fame (yeah)
Huh, these niggas so lame, yeah huh, they just complain (yeah)
Yeah, me and my gang, yeah huh, we don’t complain (yeah huh)
Huh, we workin’ all day, yeah huh, we play no game (yeah)
Yeah, they hate and they blame, yeah huh, they hate on my name (yeah huh)

#Verse 
These niggas lame, huh, why they talkin’ insane?
Huh, these bitches lame, huh, they not feelin’ ashamed
Huh, I’m numb again, yeah huh, I feel no pain (yeah huh)
Huh, I fuck on your bae, uh huh, she gettin’ slayed (yeah)
Yeah, emo ho in LA, yeah huh, she wanna get layed
Yeah, I’m out the way, uh huh, I’m outta the state (yeah)
Huh, I stand on my name, if you talkin’ insane, you’ll lose your brain
Huh, we in LA, we workin’ all day, bitch no delay (yeah)
Huh, I’m high in space, lil bitch I be faded on Mary Jane (yeah)
Huh, lil bitch I be late, I speed on high way, I’m in V8 (huh)
Yeah, I got motherfuckin’ K and my gun is my bea, yeah I feel like Tay K (huh)
Catch a motherfuckin’ case, hit that nigga in face, bitch, no runnin’ away (huh)
Huh, no runnin’ away, if today is your day, then it’s your fate (huh)
Yeah, don’t run, I don’t play, I don’t play ‘bout my name
I stand on my name (yeah huh, yeah, huh)
I stand on my name (yeah huh, yeah, huh)
I stand on my name (yeah huh, yeah, huh)
I stand on my name (yeah huh, yeah)
I stand on my name

#Chorus
Fat ass bitch, said she want a diamond ring (yeah huh)
I’m like “Bitch, hold on, did you lose your brain” (yeah huh)
Huh, pretty bitch, but she cannot be my main (yeah)
Yeah, she not rich, yeah she want to get fame (yeah)
Huh, these niggas so lame, yeah huh, they just complain (yeah)
Huh, we workin’ all day, yeah huh, we play no game (yeah)
Yeah, they hate and they blame, yeah huh, they hate on my name (yeah huh)

#Outro 
(Yeah huh, yeah, huh)
(Yeah huh, yeah, huh)
(Yeah huh, yeah, huh)
(Yeah huh, yeah, huh)

Che - Miley Cyrus (RBF YUNGINN Remix)

RBF YUNGINN

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