Young Boy Talk

Wiz Knalifa

Look n*gga I'm the boss, the mo' f*ckin animal.
One war, one phone call is how I handle you. {whew}
On the grind, you p*ssy n*ggas hate, b*tch I'm out in diferent states bought the ticket gettin cake.
Fill my lungs with the best weed, pockets with them dolla signs,
run with them n*ggas holdin glocks like its Columbine. {Pop, Pop, Pop}
I'ma star in detroit so I gotta shine, far as Pittsburgh I'm the voice so I gotta Rhyme. {Yaaaa}
Rhymen all the time, ever since the first day.
now I'm gettin cake like ay day became my birthday.
Somethin like an earthquake, the way the sh*t drop, I be at the tip top, postin with a big knot.
You ain't know me hoe, you sit at home and just watch, less than hatas, stone cold spectatas.