Ycb Notes - Dot Dot Curve

Ayy, ayy, yeah

Ayy, ayy, yeah

Let go

See the world ain’t ready for me

I live inside my thoughts

That money talkin' steady that bullshit walks

3,2,1 time for that blast off

Been broke for too long been time to take that cast off

Like a castoff shoot the first linebacker

It’s all green up in my bank and I ain’t them packers

Ya’ll niggas nothing but a bunch off slackers

monsters I can be your master

I’ma disaster, believe me, shit can get critical

Money, moolah, all up in my head I’m going digital

And for them pussies who don’t like it here the listen to

Back side jacket, oh yeah, there ya go

makes money fastin' bustin' roll one slow

One girl is in the bottle, I don’t need a couple hoes

See I’m fly, just catch me where the wind blow

Is Young Chi baby, in case you didn’t know

I’m dreaded up and tatted down, I don’t wanna rock the 'fro

Young Chi, motherfucker from Chicago

I said my name a lot because I like it, bitch

I just killed the game, now hit this switch

Haha, I do shit, it’s yeah, yeah, I do shit, I do shit

And ya’ll just losing, ain’t no confusion

This Young Chi, my shit is the shit, haha

I just do shit, I just do shit, I keepin' movin'

Yeah, ay, you know what, fuck this dude, hahaha