Outro

Yeah
Jay Young, mixtape volume two
Let's get into some of this real shit
It don't stop, man, back to back hits
It's the mob, mane
You know?
Mob Connected Records, ISC
Jay Young, mixtape volume two
Okay

I'm still back for the haters, clappin' the cater
Stay stackin' my paper in gray and black like the Raiders

Jay Young familiar, blowin' up my name, you doin' me a favor
The seats is gator, the top is missin'
I'm grittin' on that mission for chippers, nigga, listen
Seventeen years old, knockin' pole position on the block
Cops couldn't stop the nigga, I'm real, you cats is plastic
Softer than a napkin, I'm higher than an addict
Label me a savage, don't need no practice
She want me to wife her, not knowin' I'm mackin'

All I do is pipe her, then it's back to trappin'
One hundred, 'stely gettin' blunted, fuck you niggas who frontin'
It's nothin', I'm still gettin' paid
Still in the trey if you thinkin' I ain't
Still'll pull up and hit a nigga right where he think

Masked up, goin' hard in the paint, man, your boy off the chain

My mixtape gon' be fuckin' your album
On the grind all year, gettin' hundreds of thousands
Real niggas surround us, I'm pitchin' them ounces

Headshots, nigga, I don't aim at houses
Used to sleep on couches, now I'm winnin' in the game
Now I rack at some change, I blow that on some J's
And this Jay, Young, that is
Yeah, I play an instrument, got them drums and sticks
I be numb and shit, they can't fuck with the kid
This year, they gon' need to step it up, you dig?
You dig?

It's your boy Jay Young, mane
I hope y'all enjoyed that album, mane, Back 4 tha Haterz
You know
That mixtape volume two, exclusive shit, nigga
Fuck with your boy Mob Connected, nigga
R.I.P. to Shyne, R.I.P. Slim
R.I.P. Taylor, AKA Tad Hogg, you know
Free the, free the homies that's locked up, you know
You know how we do, Mob Connected, nigga
I'm out