Wounds - Yung Mal, Guga Beats

Woah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Mhm, yeah, yeah, yeah

Diamonds, they jump out the gym

Niggas went broke, I don’t wanna be 'em

She suck this dick, big lips, Lil' Kim

Old school parked outside, big rims

Triple S Balenciaga, nigga, not timbs

These haters gon' hate, boy, I swear I don’t see 'em

I’m geeked on them Percocet pills

Put them racks to my ear, boy, I swear I can’t hear 'em

New Benz pass by like yoom

Get so high, think I’m close to the moon

I keep going up, balloon

I been through the war, you can see all these wounds

The stick shoot a hundred, it sweep like a broom

I done blew up, boom

Bitch, I got crack and it’s droppin' soon

So many hundreds, they fill up the room

Huh, talk to my brother in feds, he staying in tune

He say he proud I got rich off these tunes

'Cause back in the day we was breakin' the rules

I know these niggas gon' hate so I stay with that tool

They prayin' I fall off, fool

They know I’m goin' all out 'bout the gang, the crew

All these hundreds on me, watch this shit get thumbed through

When that money get low, where you run to?

I go to work when I want to

Diamonds they hit, yeah, one-two

I got one one, two, three, four chains in this bitch goin' crazy

Woah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Mhm, yeah, yeah, yeah

Diamonds, they jump out the gym

Niggas went broke, I don’t wanna be 'em

She suck this dick, big lips, Lil' Kim

Old school parked outside, big rims

Triple S Balenciaga, nigga, not timbs

These haters gon' hate, boy, I swear I don’t see 'em

I’m geeked on them Percocet pills

Put them racks to my ear, boy, I swear I can’t hear 'em

New Benz pass by like yoom

Get so high, think I’m close to the moon

I keep going up, balloon

I been through the war, you can see all these wounds

I got on all my jewels

I spend a rack a month on all my shoes

My diamonds go crazy, they Looney Tunes

Real Fiji water, jumped out the pool

Young niggas with me, you know they gon' shoot

Got stripes in the hood, salute

With the same gang, we don’t recruit (Hell nah)

These niggas, they lame, can’t get in the loop

I ride in that coupe, it’s just me and Young Sue

I be hugging that sack, that’s my boo

And I love making love to that loot

All of these racks get blew

I bet I make it back in a few

Lil' niggas can’t do what I do

You’d be better just staying in school

Go to the show, act a fool

Woah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Mhm, yeah, yeah, yeah

Diamonds, they jump out the gym

Niggas went broke, I don’t wanna be 'em

She suck this dick, big lips, Lil' Kim

Old school parked outside, big rims

Triple S Balenciaga, nigga, not timbs

These haters gon' hate, boy, I swear I don’t see 'em

I’m geeked on them Percocet pills

Put them racks to my ear, boy, I swear I can’t hear 'em

New Benz pass by like yoom

Get so high, think I’m close to the moon

I keep going up, balloon

I been through the war, you can see all these wounds