🎵 YMCA Flow // by NLE Choppa

2 ContributorsYMCA Flow Lyrics [Intro: NLE Choppa] Yeah NLE, Top Shotta Baby Mexico Choppa Yeah, what we on, Blueface? How we comin'? Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Pre-Chorus: NLE Choppa] I am a [Chorus :Henri Belolo, Victor Willis & Jacques Morali] Young man, there's no need to feel down, I said Young man, pick yourself off the ground, I said Young man, cause you're in a new town There's no need to be unhappy Young man, there's a place you can go, I said Young man, when you're short on your dough you can Stay there and I'm sure you will find Many ways to have a good time [INTRO: NLE CHOPPA] Yeah, what we on, Blueface? How we comin'? Yeah, yеah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yеah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus: NLE Choppa] I am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis I'm with the shit like I'm Dennis I started this shit, I'ma finish Niggas be hatin', tryna blemish my image Who want the smoke? .223 came with the scope Extended clip long as a rope We wipe his nose, just like he had him a cold I knew that boy was a ho [Verse 1: NLE Choppa] Pull up with the gang, you know that we bangin' What is your set, nigga? What is you claimin'? I am a beast, you cannot tame it Don't point a finger, this shit can get dangerous These niggas hatin', these niggas plottin' Ooh, he got money? I'm runnin' his wallet You say you a killer, lil' nigga, stop it In a shootout, your gun was droppin' You really a ho You pull up, I let that bitch blow And just like some tissue, we wipin' your nose I was on stage with the strap at my show If you play, I'ma blow, put a tag on your toe Wet a nigga up, send him straight to the doctor Two bullets in his chest, make the fuck nigga holler I'm a big dog, Great Dane, nigga, you a toddler Bitch nigga, you my son, so that make me a father, yeah [Pre-Chorus: NLE Choppa] I am a [Verse 2: Henri Belolo, Victor Willis & Jacques Morali] Young man, are you listening to me? I said Young man, what do you want to be? I said Young man, you can make real your dreams But you've got to know this one thing No man does it all by himself, I said Young man, put your pride on the shelf And just go there, to the Y.M.C.A I'm sure they can help you today [Verse 3: Blueface] Blueface, baby Yeah, yeah, aight Bitch, I'm a Loc, MAC with the scope I am big homie, one phone call, they go Pick the wrong side, Glock put him courtside Now he watchin' it shoot from the floor Ooh, hold up, hold up, hold up, let me switch the flow Choppa got a chopper, make a wrong move, bet he pop ya Bitch call me daddy, bitch call me papa That boy bologna, bitch, I'm vegan You know if I hit it, then it was on cam- [Outro: Henri Belolo, Victor Willis & Jacques Morali] Y.M.C.A. and just go to the Y.M.C.A Young man, young man, I was once in your shoes Young man, young man, I was down with the blues