Yung Indon

Hold on, let me hit this fat ass blunt, man
My young indon give it to me, he’s the dawg haha
(yo Oz, look at this shit, man)
HOOK
He got hoes
He got dope
He got bitches on his toes
Smoke that blunt like a rope
Got a strap like the rogue
He’s a robber, break the door
Break a houses with that 44
Runnin when they call the popo
All this indon say just yolo
First thing I know from my indon
Smokin my OG, I got from my indon
I’m on the block, need a Glock
First on my mind was my indon
Indon be passed to his indon when he got a bitch tho
Pussy look wet tho
Eatin that pussy like I eat a taco
Shootin that puto I said «man, adio»
My indon a killa and he ain’t novato
Mess with my indon, you end
Your body, your soul, and your name a past tense
Your death is nonsense
My indon he know how to deal with it
Finger on trigger, he shoot the shit
One bullets, finish it
You better run
When indon get mad
Then he pull out the gun tryin to steal all your racks
Young indon bad, young indon flex
Murder right on his mind, better protect your neck
HOOK
He got hoes
He got dope
He got bitches on his toes
Smoke that blunt like a rope
Got a strap like the rogue
He’s a robber, break the door
Break a houses with that 44
Runnin when they call the popo
All this indon say just yolo