YNGN - Overseas W the Mob Lyrics

St-st-stutter in my texts
Might not text back and forget
Her man still think I'm a threat
I'm not the one that'd
Get him whacked
And Lil bro if you still folding money
We can't argue
Stack the money up
This shit cant fold
That shits impossible
Trust me we gone prosper
Turn into some monsters
Nowadays I just wanna blow all this money
I don't see a problem
Nowadays we want Pasta
Steak and Shrimp and Lobster
In the church with the crosses
Overseas with the mobsters
It's King Youngin
Hey, Hey Hey
It's King Youngin
Hey, Hey Hey
It's King Youngin
Baby Libra
Hey, Hey
It's King Youngin
Baby Libra
Hey
Hey
Hey
It's King Youngin
Baby Libra
How ever we greet you
I'm still Youngin, baby
Nothing changing
But the sequal
I'm one of one, I mean
They'll never be nobody equal
Under the sun, I mean
I'll never be part of the sheeple
Yup, No cameras
We was in the states with it
White Phantom
Smoked a hundred grapes in it
Spent a hundred around your fifty
I'm an Ace with it
Imma take em to the city
And get graced with it
I get graced
I get graced
I get graced with it
I get graced with it
Imma
Imma
Imma take em to the city
And get graced with it
Trust me we gone prosper
Turn into some monsters
Nowadays I just wanna blow all this money
I don't see a problem
Trust me we gone prosper
Turn into some monsters
In the church with the cross
Overseas with the mob
I get graced with it
Ski mask, She give face with it
Bring an eighth with it
Smoke some
See space with it
Yeah
We at
We home base with it
I ain't jumping on the beat
Till it got bass with it
I just woke up
Heart as cold as
The night with no heaters
Baddest little, mm
Told her
She look like Lita
Bad little, Yeah
Wet as Hurricane Katrina
Left I thought I'd seen her
Zoned out with the demons
Down there in the deep end
Shawty yelling screaming
Left I thought I'd seen her
Zoned out with the demons
Zoned out with the demons
Overseas
St-st-stutter in my text
Might not
Still think I'm a threat
I'm not the
You still folding money
We can't argue
Stack the money up
This shit can't fold
This shits Impossible
St-st-stutter in my text
Might not
Trust me we gone prosper
Turn into some monsters

St-st-stutter in my texts
Might not text back and forget
Her man still think I'm a threat
I'm not the one that'd
Get him whacked
And Lil bro if you still folding money
We can't argue
Stack the money up
This shit cant fold
That shits impossible
Trust me we gone prosper
Turn into some monsters
Nowadays I just wanna blow all this money
I don't see a problem
Nowadays we want Pasta
Steak and Shrimp and Lobster
In the church with the crosses
Overseas with the mobsters
It's King Youngin
Hey, Hey Hey
It's King Youngin
Hey, Hey Hey
It's King Youngin
Baby Libra
Hey, Hey
It's King Youngin
Baby Libra
Hey
Hey
Hey
It's King Youngin
Baby Libra
How ever we greet you
I'm still Youngin, baby
Nothing changing
But the sequal
I'm one of one, I mean
They'll never be nobody equal
Under the sun, I mean
I'll never be part of the sheeple
Yup, No cameras
We was in the states with it
White Phantom
Smoked a hundred grapes in it
Spent a hundred around your fifty
I'm an Ace with it
Imma take em to the city
And get graced with it
I get graced
I get graced
I get graced with it
I get graced with it
Imma
Imma
Imma take em to the city
And get graced with it
Trust me we gone prosper
Turn into some monsters
Nowadays I just wanna blow all this money
I don't see a problem
Trust me we gone prosper
Turn into some monsters
In the church with the cross
Overseas with the mob
I get graced with it
Ski mask, She give face with it
Bring an eighth with it
Smoke some
See space with it
Yeah
We at
We home base with it
I ain't jumping on the beat
Till it got bass with it
I just woke up
Heart as cold as
The night with no heaters
Baddest little, mm
Told her
She look like Lita
Bad little, Yeah
Wet as Hurricane Katrina
Left I thought I'd seen her
Zoned out with the demons
Down there in the deep end
Shawty yelling screaming
Left I thought I'd seen her
Zoned out with the demons
Zoned out with the demons
Overseas
St-st-stutter in my text
Might not
Still think I'm a threat
I'm not the
You still folding money
We can't argue
Stack the money up
This shit can't fold
This shits Impossible
St-st-stutter in my text
Might not
Trust me we gone prosper
Turn into some monsters