RBF YUNGINN - Not My Rank
#Lyrics

#Chorus
Go! bitch I’m trusting no hoe
I keep going up bitch I cannot go low
I’m in love with that hoe I may get her a rose
My big choppa in bag it make niggas froze
I keep me a pole I just keep that bitch close
I don’t even be sad my heart just get cold
I was down bad but I never get folded
That was in past now I’m in control
I got my Glock and lil bitch you can’t cross
If you talk on my gang they taking your soul
I be trapping with gang we fucking some hoes
Yeah lil bitch not my rank, I’m up with them pros
Lil bitch not my rank yeah lil bitch I’m a boss
Yeah lil bitch you’ll get hanged if tryna get close
Yeah lil bitch you’ll get hanged if you fuck with my bros

#Verse 
Pour up my drank, getting so high then I pull to bank
Yeah lil bitch I be geeked I sipping on Drank
I don’t give a shit I’m full in my tank
I keep choppa on me just incase if they bang
I keep me a stick, I’m talking slang
I’m talking about gun I’m talking about bank
Yeah lil bitch you’ll get hit if you mention my name
I’m with lil bitch she giving me brain
She sloppy my dick she be going insane
RBF gang it’s RBFAM
They be my brothers and we just not friends
And we got one each other yeah yeah till the end
We in this bitch and I guess that’s God’s plan
And I’m living this life yeah I’m feeling pain
I’m living this life I cannot complain

#Chorus
Go! bitch I’m trusting no hoe
I keep going up bitch I cannot go low
I’m in love with that hoe I may get her a rose
My big choppa in bag it make niggas froze
I keep me a pole I just keep that bitch close
I don’t even be sad my heart just get cold
I was down bad but I never get folded
That was in past now I’m in control
I got my Glock and lil bitch you can’t cross
If you talk on my gang they taking your soul
I be trapping with gang we fucking some hoes
Yeah lil bitch not my rank, I’m up with them pros
Lil bitch not my rank yeah lil bitch I’m a boss
Yeah lil bitch you’ll get hanged if tryna get close
Yeah lil bitch you’ll get hanged if you fuck with my bros

#Outro
I don’t even be sad my heart just get cold
I was down bad but I never get folded
That was in past now I’m in control 
I got my Glock and lil bitch you can’t cross
if you talk on my gang they taking your soul
I be trapping with gang we fucking some hoes
Yeah lil bitch not my rank
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RBF YUNGINN - Not My Rank 
Apr 26, 2024

©RBF YUNGINN
©HUSH Ep

Not My Rank

Not My Rank (prod by @Kay solo)

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 
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