[Lyric] YMCA Flow (NLE Choppa)

[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