Young Niggas Songtext
von Gucci Mane

T-twistin′ fingers in the club, I'm a young nigga (young nigga)
I got them young niggas that′ll hide your body parts (young nigga)
Pants saggin', flag hangin', I′m a young nigga (young nigga)
(Pa-pants saggin′, flag hangin', I′m a young nigga)

My pants saggin' low like a young nigga (young nigga)
I′m twistin' up the dro′ like a young nigga (young nigga)
I'm in the club, 30 deep, like a young nigga (young nigga)
I'm still in the streets like a young nigga (young nigga)

Like a young nigga, this one for the young niggas
Where you from, nigga? This one for them young niggas (huh?)
For the young nigga, this one for the young niggas
Where you from, nigga? This one for the young niggas

Yeah, most my niggas rob, they don′t got a job
I got a couple young niggas that′ll take the charge
So I don't bring a bodyguard, I bring my entourage
Stop the track, pause, R.I.P. to Camoflague
I′m 'bout to pull my yellow ′Rari out the car garage
I got some young niggas that'll hide your body parts


Twistin′ fingers in the club, I'm a young nigga
Got them old niggas sayin' I love that young nigga
Your whole clique buyin′ shots, y′all some broke niggas
Pants saggin', flag hangin′, I'm a young nigga
In the car, strapped up with them guns, nigga
We shootin′ at the police just for fun, nigga

My pants saggin' low like a young nigga (young nigga)
I′m twistin' up the dro' like a young nigga (young nigga)
I′m in the club, 30 deep, like a young nigga (young nigga)
I′m still in the streets like a young nigga (young nigga)

Like a young nigga, this one for the young niggas
Where you from, nigga? This one for them young niggas (huh?)
For the young nigga, this one for the young niggas
Where you from, nigga? This one for the young niggas

Ray Charles vision, screamin', "Where′s the competition?" (Where?)
Lot of rappers on a carton, man, they swag missin'
I′m on that young nigga shit
Sheisty ass niggas at my shows rob for bricks

Gucci said I'm goin′ hard, Flocka on this shit
Old-school swag, got these hoes on my dick (uh)
I'm a lotto pick, I'm like which girl to get (facts, facts, facts, facts)
Pulled up on some onset, yellow and black whip


I′m on my Wiz Khalifa shit, I don′t do no papers
Fresh up on them papers, haters catch the vapors
Shoes alligator, I'm talkin′ about Jordans
She ain't got enough swag, shawty can′t afford 'em (score, Flocka)

My pants saggin′ low like a young nigga (young nigga)
I'm twistin' up the dro′ like a young nigga (young nigga)
I′m in the club, 30 deep, like a young nigga (young nigga)
I'm still in the streets like a young nigga (young nigga)

Like a young nigga, this one for the young niggas
Where you from, nigga? This one for them young niggas (huh?)
For the young nigga, this one for the young niggas
Where you from, nigga? This one for the young niggas (huh?)