I got me a live one
I ain't looking for the right one
Lame wanna make love wit her
She just looking for a drug dealer 
Got lil bit of thug in her 
Got lil bit of drugs in her
On lock like she goin fed
Tatted up on both legs 
When she go to work need a fit bit
Tryna get the rack make a big flip 
Only want the nigga wit the big drip
Too much sauce take a lil sip
Know I like em big booty lil boujee 
Talk a lot of shit 
She put my hands up on her hip 
Said if you rich I'm rich we rich
She lick the top lip
And bite the bottom lip
She make it pop and tick
I like that kinda shit
She lick the top lip
And bite the bottom lip
She make it pop and tick
I like that kinda shit
Hold on one minute
I'm tryna see sumn real quick 
I'm tryna see sumn real quick 
I'm tryna see sumn real quick 
I'm tryna see sumn real quick 
I'm tryna see sumn real quick 
I'm tryna see sumn real quick 
I'm tryna see sumn real quick 
I'm tryna see sumn real quick 
Aye I'm wit the gang and I'm on the drank
Tryna see who the livest in here
Threw one in the air 
If it's up then it's stuck
Imma need you to drop in here
If it's wap then it's guap
I don't wanna talk a lot 
I'm just tryna beat the breaks off it
Got sweet lil ting 
Said her boyfriend mean
I can see nigga stay salty 
She stay on that pole like she working a ballot 
Be dancing in Houston and Dallas
I go for it if it's worth it 
These niggas be lurking got somebody boo get ratchet 
She be killing these hoes
Had to drop a lil rose 
Nigga mine as well get choo a casket
If you throwing a rack she be throwing it back on dat stick
Baby you is a classic
She lick the top lip
And bite the bottom lip
She make it pop and tick
I like that kinda shit
She lick the top lip
And bite the bottom lip
She make it pop and tick
I like that kinda shit
Hold on one minute
I'm tryna see sumn real quick 
I'm tryna see sumn real quick 
I'm tryna see sumn real quick 
I'm tryna see sumn real quick 
I'm tryna see sumn real quick 
I'm tryna see sumn real quick 
I'm tryna see sumn real quick 
I'm tryna see sumn real quick

I'm Tryna See Sumn - prod by Richie & scorpio prodz

Don't talk to me
Don't talk to me
Mm mm
Don't talk to me
Can't sit here
Man
Lil bag big band
Riding round wit my fam
Bling blaow on my hands
Still down
Grill all in my mouth 
Only time I chill 
Diamonds on wood wheel 
If you don't get cho 
Hi guys welcome to my YouTube channel ol faced ass
Imma need a durag 
I am where the wave
10 1 hunnids keep it a rack like a arab
Refrigerator on me 
I don't know what bitch I may tag
She just got her lace front done 
Rocking a laced bak 
Always got my eyes on my fetti
That is a fact
Bop she got wap
That's what doctors are for 
Send her back to the block 
I'm on top 
Bitch you don't what ya dealing wit 
You know I'm in the building wit it 
Bout to make a million in it 
Only nigga killing it 
I had to play the villain wit it 
On a scale from 1 to 10 and 
Imma hunnid million wit it
Show these niggas who really did it 
I know how to end it 
Baba boom baba bang
Me and Bodhi on the tree 
But you cannot hang
Prolly wit yo bitch somewhere booed up
Ella Mai
Already on the next wave
You hella late
High five
Bitch I'm on fye
I woke up like this 
I'm Justin Bieber to yo bitch
I write my signature on tits 
I do not fuck no 4 5 6
Need 7 on dice good luck lil bitch
I know my shit on tip yo tongue
You wish you was us 
Ha
Pop a lil pelican must
Always got bird wan flock 
Only my sister ride shotgun 
Right hand man 
You got the wrong one
I am Caribbean food
That means I'm Curry and Goat
Only my fam ride shotgun 
Find a trill nigga you'll learn a lot from
Bitch I'm slizzy 
Hoe wan spit on my mic Bibby
Need that contract non exclizzy 
Pop a tenzy
Start a mosphit in yo 
Ciddity top
Can't fit in these socks
Big dick in deez bops
Infinity drop 
Bout ten of these
Watch
Bitch slippery slop
Lil Italy thot 
Gettin sick of me
Shot
I am literally god
Damn
Pop it like a vivan 
She want me to dive in 
Imma need a live cam
Pull up wit the mob and
Ballin like a tall man
I ain't dropping the ball man
Fuckin then dropping her off man
Uber lyft and 
I ain't neva picking up yo bitch
Bodhi know where dis shit going
It's all in the wrist 
Uh
40 40 water 
This dat bay shit and T X
Uh
Imma celebrate this shit with my niggas 
Like we just won a ship and 
High five
Bitch I'm on fye
I woke up like this 
I'm Justin Bieber to yo bitch
I write my signature on tits 
I do not fuck no 4 5 6
Need 7 on dice good luck lil bitch
I know my shit on tip yo tongue
You wish you was us 
Ha
Pop a lil pelican must
Always got bird wan flock 
Only my sister ride shotgun 
Right hand man 
You got the wrong one
I am Caribbean food
That means I'm Curry and Goat
Only my fam ride shotgun 
Find a trill nigga you'll learn a lot from
Don't talk to me

Curry Goat - prod by Astrap Beatz

Gurraa - prod by Astrap Beatz

"YaaYaa" is the 23rd solo album released by Y2.

YaaYaa

Pop The Trunk

Apple Music

Pop The Trunk - prod by scorpio prodz

Wild Child - prod by Derek & Matt Spatola

An album by Angelo Mota

Tracks 1-6 produced by Angelo Mota
Track 7 produced by Richie Quake and Angelo Mota

Mixed & Mastered by Angelo Mota @ No Noise Studio
Artwork by Saint of Hearing Visuals
Artwork photo by Armaan Virani

Spicy (feat. Isaiah Tajee)

Substance Prt  1 (The Devil's In The Details)

United States Of Africa - Prod by Scorpio

Issa Rae - Prod by Arza

Flex (Lyrics)
Written by Jason Michael "Y2" Song God Robinson

Flex
Time to have sex
Eggplant for text
Head down for breakfast
Flex
Time to have
Jump on the
Take off the edge
Yes
Feet on the head board
Best part of waking up is that ass lord
No cap bitch-ino what more can I ask for
Just hit it off the glass nigga shoulda called backboard
Shit that ass enough for me
Drop a baby off who got custody?
Paint And-rew it on look at Lucky me
Colt 45 if they Shade 45 don't come for me
Nigga why are you running?
Screw and a chop then a beat then a drop then a feature please
If sex was a hit then it need to leak
Left a lil tree cuz I need to leave
Love it when you flip the script
You not sick don't trip
You missed work again
Don't try to fool me miss
Kicked addiction imma stick with this one
When ya ass is sticking out
Oo you thick
That's it baby
Girl you explicit-tty titties do it for me like I expected
Temper tantrum when you sex frustrated
That shit stop penetrate it nigga shut that shit
Jump in jeans do that dance they the wrong damn size
Badda bing bing
What a surprise
You make it look easy success
Just as long as I get a feel
It's going down again yeah
You should sponsor yourself
Tight ass jeans how do you breathe anyway
Seems somebodies waiting to exhale
Whitney on the table
Bobby in the cup
God we leveled up
We ought to be nuns cuz we don't give a fuck
Nose up but we don't give a fuck
Sleep latest we ain't getting up
Supposed to hit the gym but I hit again
Instead of sticking to this damn plan
Nigga took a swim dive
On a scale of one to ten she a twenty twen twen
I ain't passing this again
Nigga tryna stay high
Direct
The TV ain't working so it's just sex
Wifi don't work so it's just sex
Busy I can make some time for another lil sesh
I think I got an idea
How bout this?
How bout we?
Flex
Time to have sex
Eggplant for text
Head down for breakfast
Flex
Time to have
Jump on the
Take off the edge
Yes
Feet on the head board
Best part of waking up is that ass lord
No cap bitch-ino what more can I ask for
Just hit it off the glass nigga shoulda called backboard

Apple

Flex - prod by Richiie

Whoever want smoke
5 G's in a ghost
It's lookin like wifi
I keep a lil Haitian these niggas hatin
Say it like sak pa
I'm coming with base
Put one in the air
They know that I pop fly
Just running these plays
I'm not from the H but I need it chop chop
Back street with the gang that choppa don't sang
Tell yo baby bye bye
What more can I say bitch I'm still the wave
You niggas gone wipe out
You all in the way that la Macarena have yo ass cha cha
Some shit never change
Still sipping that paint don't fuck with no vodka
Beef on yo mind Lady Gaga
Hop out that bitch and go graa graa
Keep a lil shottah like wa gwan
All in yo window lil pop lock
Promethazine ain't no matcha
These niggas op get a autopsy
Beat that shit I think I'm Arza
Come with that smoke like it's za za
Say yo goodbye nigga ta ta
I keep it melo like Lala
Ain't talking money no habla
We up yo shit this the car wash
Hit for that note like a opera
Black but I'm whippin that blanca
Shots in this bitch like it's Gaza
Ain't gon here nothing but graa graa
Chain on me fresh out the agua
Yo bitch call me Ja Ja
Tre k for the song
Don't come at me wrong or make em say ah ah
That bitch ain't fucking then blah blah
I call a lil thot thot
That chicken strip for the Popeyes
I am the sauce and the pasta
Stay in that box like I'm Paquio
Pull up all black not a swat car
It's why I still mob on the south side
I need that chip like a salsa
Niggas still trapping in casa
Only the fam and la rasa
Diamonds on me not the plata
My shit go up like it's nasa
Came with that laser chewbacca
Flame on looking like Flocka
I'm killing these hoes
I'm bout to put suicide doors on the Tesla
These niggas ain't mob
These niggas all fraud I swear they imposter
That fish on the scale that shit lookin stale
I'm cookin with basa
Bitch on my hip that's a graa graa
Broke niggas still on the sideline
I just put purp in a Shasta
Yo bitch sweat me like a locker
Gun in yo face now you cock eyed
I'm still the shit like a toddler
Luis don't fuck wit no Zara
Always ride round with that choppa
My nigga crooked like swastika

Graa graa
Gotta keep it silent keep one on the body
You know that he solid
Graa graa
Young nigga wildin but don't talk about it
You know that he solid
Graa graa
Gotta keep it poppin
Take one any problem
You know that he solid
Graa graa
Young nigga wildin but still out chere mobbin
You know that he solid

Graa Graa - prodz by scorpio prodz

Y2

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