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Yung Mal - Showed My Son 100k Lyrics

[Intro]
(808 my crew)
Bitch
Zone 6 nigga, Pyrex Whippa (Pyrex)
Iceburg, yeah, yeah, come on

[Chorus]
I was so broke, it wasn't no joke, but I stayed down and now we straight (Mhm)
I got them racks on me right now, got some racks at the spot, got some more in the safe
My watch got diamonds all on the face (Yeah)
I fuck her, but don't put my gun away
Never runnin' out of funds never
Showed my son a hundred K just to see the look on his face
Brand new Benz got paper plates
Last nigga tried, I blew him away
Bankroll big, nothin' but blue in my cake
I can't wait, I don't debate
She ain't fuck first night, got sent by her way
My diamonds, they shine in the dark and the light, they go crazy
Pull up in the project and park the Mercedes

[Verse 1]
Pull up, err, err, get in the pot, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
She nothin' but a thot, how can I care?
Go to Allure, throw money in— fft
So many hundreds, this shit ain't fair
My drip be custom, bet you can't find this gear
I hope a nigga don't dare
Fuck around, shoot at your ear
I might ride backseat in that Maybach, let my chauffeur do the steer
Jets came Clear'
Got pain inside, but I can't shed a tear
Big rocks in my ear
Big-ass Glock on my hip
Get your ass shot like a deer
Fly on the privacy Lear, yeah
She want me to put dick in her privacy (Uh)
[Chorus]
I was so broke, it wasn't no joke, but I stayed down and now we straight (Mhm)
I got them racks on me right now, got some racks at the spot, got some more in the safe
My watch got diamonds all on the face (Yeah)
I fuck her, but don't put my gun away
Never runnin' out of funds never
Showed my son a hundred K just to see the look on his face
Brand new Benz got paper plates
Last nigga tried, I blew him away
Bankroll big, nothin' but blue in my cake
I can't wait, I don't debate
She ain't fuck first night, got sent by her way
My diamonds, they shine in the dark and the light, they go crazy
Pull up in the project and park the Mercedes

[Verse 2]
Sippin' on lean got me lazy
Might see me on TV, remember we didn't even have no cable
Now I'm gettin' richer, huh, shouts out to my label (1017)
Nigga try me, I put a hole in him just like a bagel
Get his ass smashed, potato
Young niggas with me don't talk, kill people like Tadoe
Bitch, I'm a boss, you can get on the payroll
Block so hot, boy, I had to lay low
Niggas be hoes, you know they love talkin' to pillows
And most of these hoes be weirdos
Brand new foreign, I make it switch gear, though
Drivin' down Candler with a dub in the console
Came a long way from that manner, for sure
Yeah, can't even believe this shit (Why?)
[Chorus]
I was so broke, it wasn't no joke, but I stayed down and now we straight (Mhm)
I got them racks on me right now, got some racks at the spot, got some more in the safe
My watch got diamonds all on the face (Yeah)
I fuck her, but don't put my gun away
Never runnin' out of funds never
Showed my son a hundred K just to see the look on his face
Brand new Benz got paper plates
Last nigga tried, I blew him away
Bankroll big, nothin' but blue in my cake
I can't wait, I don't debate
She ain't fuck first night, got sent by her way
My diamonds, they shine in the dark and the light, they go crazy
Pull up in the project and park the Mercedes