[Intro: YG]

Ayy, look, look

[Verse 1: YG]

Uh, it's YG 400

The flow cold, got these hoes' nose runnin'

The rap game a bakery, I'm getting dough from it

And I shop with it, I got something to show from it

I got this white girl, she like my snow bunny

These niggas jokes in they raps, so funny!

It's Mr. Young Gangsta, these niggas so wanksta

Like, "Don't sleep on us", these niggas better wake up

Candle lit money, nigga, get ya cake up

Bullets like makeup, they switch your face up

I'm like an airplane, girl, you know what's up

Niggas blowing money quick like we blowing blunts

Red Chucks like my bitch lipstick

I'm taking bitches down, like the hit stick

Push in, motherfucker, nigga go hard

These niggas baller blocking, I call 'em bo gaurds

[Interlude: Mac Miller]

Yeah

Look, ayy

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]

Whatever it is, they're getting it straight

I'm too obsessed, too dedicated, never escape

I ain't scared, I'ma go in, looking like I'm glowing

Running on beats, you stomping your feet if you ever be down to be flowing, now

I got a notion, I'ma put this into motion

Speeding through the present, tryna get there and coast, man

Hope this broke man will be there soon

For now, the music up loud and the beat on smooth

I'm just rhyming, spitting so efficient

Keeping the tradition while seeking to be different

Just dropped K.I.D.S., but I'm a man of many words

I had to do it big, couldn't ever stop the work

And now you heard my verse, so your bubble gon' burst

Yeah, we on third, say what up to the homies on first

If I can, I'ma kick it, rip it just 'cause I love it

Now they hit me, ask me to spit it up out in public

Got time that you wastin' hatin'

When you could focus on your own grind: skatin'

Mad I got fans and they mad I got love

'Cause me and music fit like a glove, so snug

All you angry mo'fuckers go and form a club

'Cause when you come around me, it ain't nothing but love

I got girls giving hugs, people dapping me up

And you in the corner, like, "Oh man, Mac sucks"

It's been a long grind and a little bit of luck

Feeling blessed every day for the way I'm coming up

I can promise you this: I ain't even close to done

Just pray to God that I'm safe when the soldiers come

They hear me, they forgetting if I'm old or young

Got this music on lock, but I open up

All the time, 'cause my bars and my rhymes be my lifestyle

Blowing white clouds, you getting high right now

[Interlude: Diggy]

Yeah

[Verse 3: Diggy]

It go live from the Apple, slicing the American pie

With dope lyrics, watch me get America high

By your appearance, I can get a glimpse of your vibe

They say you are what you wear, I'm Yves Saint Laurent

Maison Martin Margiella, catch me at the Montreyon, fella

Getting money, that's why you all jealous

This ain't a rap song, this is a rap psalm

Immaculate, so I'ma be the first to cast stone

In kindergarten, I was filling out my tax form

While my other classmates was learning Jimmy Crack Corn

[?], how could I go broad?

Riding shotgun with Lupe through Chicago hood

Hat tilted to the side like a GD

Bumping a Pac CD, picture me rollin', holla when you see me

This easy, sorta like my ABC's

I'ma take 'em to the Pelham, nigga, one-two-three

Know my name when I spell, it's D-I-two-Gs

Rather die before I'm telling, see, I'm too G, Diggy!

[Interlude: Lil Twist]

Yeah

Check, Twist

[Verse 4: Lil Twist]

Beatin' up the beat like it's a high school drumline

I got these teachers like "What has he become now?"

A young genius, homie, sumn like an Einstein

Yeah, I'm balling now, we go to Belize and I'll shine

No deportion, split the dough in proportion

Grown man money, these kids partial abortion

Goin' to the mall, they playing around and horsin'

They beefin' while Twizzy up, dropping stacks in Nordstroms

Porky Pig Pull, but that ain't all, folks

Ain't kidding with y'all folks

Sound like a kid but I ain't kidding at all though, so don't mistake me

And one more thing: It's Young Mula, baby