เนื้อเพลง Young N*ggaz - Gucci Mane

[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame]
Twisting fingers in the club, I'm a young n*gga
I got them young n*ggas that'll hide your body parts
Pants sagging, flag hanging, I'm a young n*gga (x2)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Yeah, most my n*ggas rob, they don't got a job
I got a couple young n*ggas that'll take the charge
So I don't bring a bodyguard, I bring my entourage
Stop the track, pause, R.I.P. to Camoflague
I'm 'bout to pull my yellow 'Rari out the car garage
I got some young n*ggas that'll hide your body parts
[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]
Twisting fingers in the club, I'm a young n*gga
Got them old n*ggas saying I love that young n*gga
Your whole clique buying shots, y'all some broke n*ggas
Pants sagging, flag hanging, I'm a young n*gga
In the car, strapped up with them guns, n*gga
We shooting at the police just for fun, n*gga

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
My pants sagging low like a young n*gga
I'm twisting up the dro like a young n*gga
I'm in the club, thirty deep, like a young n*gga
I'm still in the streets like a young n*gga
Like a young n*gga, this one for the young n*ggas
Where you from, this one for them young n*ggas
This one is for the young n*ggas
Where you from, n*gga, this one's for the young n*ggas

[Hook: Gucci Mane]

[Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame]
Ray Charles vision, screaming where's the competition
Lot of rappers on a carton, man, they swag missing
I'm on that young n*gga sh*t, shiesty ass n*ggas at my shows rob for bricks
Gucci said I'm going hard, Flocka on this sh*t
Old-school swag, got these hoes on my d*ck
I'm a lotto pick, I'm like which girl to get
Pulled up on some onset, yellow and black whip
I'm on my Wiz Khalifa sh*t, I don't do no papers
Fresh up on them papers, haters catch the vapors
Shoes alligator, I'm talking about Jordans
She ain't got enough swag, shawty can't afford 'em

[Hook: Gucci Mane]