[Intro]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Young Nigga World

Young Nigga Way, yeah

EY3ZLOW on the beat

[Chorus]

We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers

Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas

I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas

Up that .40, let that pistol sing a melody

Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war

Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard

I got something that'll put you out your misery

7.62, 5.56, .223

[Verse 1]

With that K, broad day, we hop out and spray

Young Nigga World, Young Nigga Way until my dying day

You ain't 'bout that action, boy, let's not pretend

Caught you lacking after school and shot at all your friends

It go like one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten

Unload the clip, reload the clip, and then you spin again

And if they out when you come back then bitch, you spin again

Congratulations, I just taught you how to spin a bend

[Chorus]

We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers

Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas

I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas

Up that .40, let that pistol sing a melody

Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war

Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard

I got something that'll put you out your misery

7.62, 5.56, .223

[Verse 2]

.223s, AR-15's

Carbon-9's, they all on me

Fuck with me, you get murked

It ain't shit to put a pussy nigga on a shirt

Fuck all that talking, we all 'bout that action

We pull up with pistols, you know that we blasting

These niggas ain't really on it, they pussy

I swear to God all these niggas dramatic

Hold up, actually, I wanna fuck her

Pussy run up, we gon' put him on a t-shirt

With it, yeah, with it

Pull up on him with a TEC, huh

Run up on me, you get wet, nigga

Fuck with me, that you'll regret

I got some niggas who really be with it

You niggas pussy, you pussy or friendly

You niggas pussy, you don't want no action

All of my niggas gon' turn you to past tense

We got Glocks with hundred rounds, huh

Catch an opp, kill an opp, lay him down

Fuck with us, you get murked, facts, nigga

Big B's, double-O twenty-ten-nine, this brrat, nigga

[Chorus]

We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers

Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas

I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas

Up that .40, let that pistol sing a melody

Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war

Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard

I got something that'll put you out your misery

7.62, 5.56, .223

[Outro]

Yeah, Melly, baby

And I'm back, yeah, yeah-yeah

I'm on a whole 'nother fuckin' wave, bro

Can't even swim with this shit I'm spittin', hah

(Young Nigga World, baby

Young Nigga World, baby

Young Nigga Ways, yeah yeah)

Floatin'

I'm with them sharks, fuck nigga

For real, hey