Testo YRN

Evilgiane
Surf Gang, bitch
Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah
Yeah, Balmain jeans with the Balmain shoes
Balmain jeans with the Balmain shoes
Doin' shit that I ain't think I would do
Been swaggin' since middle-school, this nothin' new
Finna get rich, bring the whole damn crew
Yeah, the lifestyle that I live is not new
So I'ma show it to you
New Balenci's, thеy new
All my hundreds be flat 'causе they new
I ain't rockin' them Truey's, Mike Amiris, my jeans, never lose
Do it for the fam, do this shit for my mother
I don't a fuck about pleasin' you niggas
It's me and my madre, I don't got no brothers
If she a thot, she can [?]
After I signed, niggas jacked that they my cousins Think the money done bought me new siblings
When I found this money [?]
I ain't spendin' my money on friendships
Got your bitch in the crib, give me mouth
And she do it like she don't got no dentures
She told me she that she like the ride
Hop on me, come for this adventure
Guap so long and the counter can't tell it
And I told that bitch to measure
Walk in the function, I need me an escort, I'm doin' extra
Young Fly Nigga, I walk in the store, six niggas, I'm extra
She give me bottom but I want the top, she said I'm doin' extra

I'm doin' extra, I'm doin' extra, I'm doin' extra, I'm doin' extra
I'm doin' extra, fuck it, I'm extra, fuck it, I'm extra, fuck it, I'm extra
Fuck it, I'm extra, fuck it, I'm extra, fuck it, I'm extra, fuck it, I'm extra
Yeah