Yung Sol – Out The Basement

Letra “Yung Sol – Out The Basement” Official Lyrics


Chorus

Flexing on these niggas ima come through with that Jag
I can never trust a bitch, no I can never go out sad
Got me feeling like a Bellhop by the way I get that bag
I ain’t’ going back and forth with you, bitch we not playing tag
Spinning your block, the gang will pop out
?

Taking your bitch to my crib, I’m feeling like Relph you know I be wreckin’
I just be putting in work, no I cannot stop until I’m a legend
Henny inside of my cup they ask what I drink, is that even a question?


Break

Yeah reporting live to you from the motherfucking basement
YC in this bitch, ya dig?
Gang!


Verse 1

I don’t like your energy leave me alone
Only rеal niggas can come up in my home
It’s a celеbration, get the Don Perry on
She like my fragrance cause channel is my cologne
I met a girl from U of M, I swear to god she was a 10
But she was doing me so wrong, don’t think ill ever feel again
Always keep a small circle, everybody can’t get in
Cause he wasn’t there with me when I was shooting in the gym
So I be


Chorus

Flexing on these niggas ima come through with that Jag
I can never trust a bitch, no I can never go out sad
Got me feeling like a Bellhop by the way I get that bag
I ain’t’ going back and forth with you, bitch we not playing tag
Spinning your block, the gang will pop out
?

Taking your bitch to my crib, I’m feeling like Relph you know I be wreckin’
I just be putting in work, no I cannot stop until I’m a legend
Henny inside of my cup they ask what I drink, is that even a question?


Break

Yeah, you know I would say im back on my bullshit
But to be honest, I never got off of it
Haha, yeah solly


Verse 2

I get a check, do my dance bitch I ditty bop
Talking that shit get a fuck nigga molly wop
You don’t speak my language, all I know is money talk
You niggas natts ima swat them like Milly Rock
Throw it up, where you from go and throw it up
Back that ass up on me, baby girl you need to tune it up
Liquor in my system hit the scene and then I fuck it up
Chasing all this money I’m an addict I can’t get enough


Outro

You know, we bout to go into a whole new year and shit
A fucking new year, a whole new decade you feel me
I just wanna tell you to do whatever the fuck you wanna do
And don’t let nobody tell you any different
Keep chasing that shit for real
It’s bag season

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