Yardboyk - 41613 Lyrics

Intercontinental nigga you ain’t seen a passport
Slidin down prince of Wales 160 on my dashboard
Said this shit a thousand times fuck it this the last part
Hk humble kingdom fuck I need a staff for
I learnt chess moves from a dread head out in Punta Cana
Moving through the squares it’s calculated ain’t it worth the drama
Only time my head is down to check up on who I’m on top
My brothers dread heads why my family got hella shottas
Big body, ah they wanna dent me
Price on my head fuck it bag on the boy who sent me
All she wanna do is get high and listen to MB
Feel like penny in the whip with a rapper you can’t tempt me
So far detached from the city you can’t envy
I need Saint Nick with me when I leave the bags heavy
And I stand by this lil tune was my Makaveli
Moving steadier than the arms up in my bezel this shit heavy
30 miles high and I can’t smell the weed
For all my dawgs doing felonies and Rest In Peace
International travels turnin my Remedies
All the shit I could Ever need
Nigga please
My Delta taking off as I write this
Hand me downs from the cuzzos turn to a tight fit
Ain’t seen my bro in a minute seeing my likeness
This shit so dope I should scroll it up and ignite this
I haven’t slept for like a week straight
Amateur hour been over and you a week late
Bordeaux wine bottles and cheese cake
You pay the bill knowing damn well your fees late
See this is just some shit we gotta go through
Droppin spirit bombs on 'em like I’m goku
Let me show you, switch my channels on em like a roku
Real shit my bro the realest nigga I done spoke to
Switching up my professions, walking out with a weapon dropping endless confessions
Countless studio sessions juvenile obsessions oh this shit is a blessing
Like oh this shit is a blessing way too far from impressive sneakers under her dresses
If knew then what I know now it wouldn’t ever be pressure
Weed residue on the dresser, she talk shit 'cause you let her
Born to be better been with this shit by any means
Y'all ain't seen home remedies, dismember my enemies
And this shit so dope could serve to many fiends
I walk with so much jewelry I’m dodging many thieves
I pray that they remember me
Chopping shit like NLE
I been around the rich shit you pronounce it wrong like Bentley
Hold up wait a minute, y'all don't know what this shit meant to me
Preaching all the same shit that's said to me
They hate it when I play my shit
Fuck it imma play my shit, you ain't gotta say that shit
Working on my patience I'm elated that I made it here
they said that life's a bitch I cheated on her that's some crazy shit
I made a crazy flip like Cirque de Soleil
Plug love me I'm a couple short he'll make it ok
I'm a chef I'm cooking niggas man I love to sauté
I left some bitches in the past I cut 'em off they salty
I got my elbow up I'm dripping with finesse like Salt Bae
And it's sentimental all these late nights and shots of Bombay
I'm in the booth in a different city with my niggas and they ask about me
Dead faces in my pocket I need a casket 'round me
They told me keep it down while you rolling I can't it's loud b
My brothers drip so much I swear to god they trynna drown me
Fuck the Nyquil I got Cali weed to keep me drowsy
Out the city Lou Will, in the city Kyle Lowry

Intercontinental nigga you ain’t seen a passport
Slidin down prince of Wales 160 on my dashboard
Said this shit a thousand times fuck it this the last part
Hk humble kingdom fuck I need a staff for
I learnt chess moves from a dread head out in Punta Cana
Moving through the squares it’s calculated ain’t it worth the drama
Only time my head is down to check up on who I’m on top
My brothers dread heads why my family got hella shottas
Big body, ah they wanna dent me
Price on my head fuck it bag on the boy who sent me
All she wanna do is get high and listen to MB
Feel like penny in the whip with a rapper you can’t tempt me
So far detached from the city you can’t envy
I need Saint Nick with me when I leave the bags heavy
And I stand by this lil tune was my Makaveli
Moving steadier than the arms up in my bezel this shit heavy
30 miles high and I can’t smell the weed
For all my dawgs doing felonies and Rest In Peace
International travels turnin my Remedies
All the shit I could Ever need
Nigga please
My Delta taking off as I write this
Hand me downs from the cuzzos turn to a tight fit
Ain’t seen my bro in a minute seeing my likeness
This shit so dope I should scroll it up and ignite this
I haven’t slept for like a week straight
Amateur hour been over and you a week late
Bordeaux wine bottles and cheese cake
You pay the bill knowing damn well your fees late
See this is just some shit we gotta go through
Droppin spirit bombs on 'em like I’m goku
Let me show you, switch my channels on em like a roku
Real shit my bro the realest nigga I done spoke to
Switching up my professions, walking out with a weapon dropping endless confessions
Countless studio sessions juvenile obsessions oh this shit is a blessing
Like oh this shit is a blessing way too far from impressive sneakers under her dresses
If knew then what I know now it wouldn’t ever be pressure
Weed residue on the dresser, she talk shit 'cause you let her
Born to be better been with this shit by any means
Y'all ain't seen home remedies, dismember my enemies
And this shit so dope could serve to many fiends
I walk with so much jewelry I’m dodging many thieves
I pray that they remember me
Chopping shit like NLE
I been around the rich shit you pronounce it wrong like Bentley
Hold up wait a minute, y'all don't know what this shit meant to me
Preaching all the same shit that's said to me
They hate it when I play my shit
Fuck it imma play my shit, you ain't gotta say that shit
Working on my patience I'm elated that I made it here
they said that life's a bitch I cheated on her that's some crazy shit
I made a crazy flip like Cirque de Soleil
Plug love me I'm a couple short he'll make it ok
I'm a chef I'm cooking niggas man I love to sauté
I left some bitches in the past I cut 'em off they salty
I got my elbow up I'm dripping with finesse like Salt Bae
And it's sentimental all these late nights and shots of Bombay
I'm in the booth in a different city with my niggas and they ask about me
Dead faces in my pocket I need a casket 'round me
They told me keep it down while you rolling I can't it's loud b
My brothers drip so much I swear to god they trynna drown me
Fuck the Nyquil I got Cali weed to keep me drowsy
Out the city Lou Will, in the city Kyle Lowry