Yung Wun Anthem-Yung Wun

Yung Wun Anthem - Yung Wun Callin' all cars, callin' all cars, uh uh, yung wun in here Callin' all cars, callin' all cars, back up, back up, back up(gotta problem) Time and time again, I try to be on the good foot But ladies don't be given me good looks It's hard when you livin' like us I started the good book It's just what I see that got me shook Mean mugs and cold stance take a ni**a down And to make him fail, I'mma take it to you how Lights out, closed casket, murder warn Young one come through with the under grudge And live the life, don't talk about it Don't make beef, come walk about it Everybody know my name because I play in the street Not because I say I'm street, mutha f**ker [Chorus] All my niggas is dirty, niggas is dirty All my niggas is thirsy, thirsty thirsty Now I don't give a f**k, if ya'll don't give a f**k All my niggas is dirty, niggas is dirty All my niggas is thirsty Well I don't give a f**k if ya'll don't give a f**k Ya'll trying to sound like pop I dunno w hy though Sounded like pop is a position you shouldn't try for They don't understand why they die for And tell lies about black folk, and take from they own folk That type of sh*t heavy poppin' through the stove 'Cause you don't want to show your face 'Cause its a known place And I don't love her face when she take from me man And I don't give a f**k what you think of me 'Cause what you think of me is nothin' but a mere decision And they shipped my a** off ta prison If I die than death is a given And if I live let me enjoy living That's a wonderful feeling [Chorus: x2] As a kid I had no life for life Everything I do they say it wasn't right Doesn't matter huslters scatter Everyday from 12 in the A-T-L So love is like the wind blowing cold off the scale Tell me what's going on Two wrongs don't make a right But I know two holes in your dome with take your life I'm on the precious shorty They coming after what I treasure Its time we start renting out yachts Young wun yacht masters ship out blocks Hold my block why'll I hand out glocks Send the niggas over the hill When they done, go pop somebody for sho [Chorus: x2] A town where you at!