Biography:
Born and raised in Atlanta, Georgia, YFN Lucci grew up listening to the likes of Tupac, the Hot Boys, Ja Rule, Dipset, Lil’ Wayne and Fabolous. Motivated by his older brother and rapper “K,” YFN Lucci discovered his own musical talent at age 16 and started developing his clever pen game.
A year later, he connected with fellow Atlanta rap artist Johnny Cinco who encouraged Lucci to take his talents seriously and get in the studio. YFN Lucci went on to perfect his craft and develop his sound over the years
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Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
[Intro]
C#m F#m G#m A
C#m F#m G#m A
[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
C#m F#m
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
C#m
Plus my wrist lit, hey
C#m
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
C#m
I'm a big pimp, yeah
C#m
I talk big shit, yeah
G#m
We got sticks bitch, yeah
G#m
We don't miss shit, yeah uh
C#m C#m
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah
C#m
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
C#m G#m A C#m
Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah
[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
C#m
I gotta move a clip, in this lil' uzi yeah
C#m
They like to talk a lot yeah, but we like to mute shit, yeah
C#m F#m
Pull up and shoot shit yeah, all on the roof and shit, yeah
C#m
Trap out the Ruth's Chris yeah, bust down your cuban, yeah
A F#m
Montana, some like Tony Montana
G#m
Whole lot of drums and bananas
C#m
I don't fuck with no rappers
C#m
I got love for my trappers, yeah
G#m E G#m
Reachin' for my chains see I know blood they gon' wack 'em yeah
C#m
New spot like the Falcons
F#m
New drop this the fast one
C#m G#m
Get some top in the Aston
C#m F#m
1.5 in cash, bruh
C#m F#m
Young fly nigga, they like, "He so handsome"
C#m F#m
I might slide through in that Rolls Royce Phantom
[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
C#m F#m
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
C#m
Plus my wrist lit, hey
C#m
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
C#m
I'm a big pimp, yeah
C#m
I talk big shit, yeah
G#m
We got sticks bitch, yeah
G#m
We don't miss shit, yeah uh
C#m C#m
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah
C#m
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
C#m G#m A C#m
Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah
[Verse 2: Offset]
C#m
My whole cup polluted (drank)
F#
Get in that pint and how you can
C#m
We take the fo from the groupies (woo)
C#m
I'm drippin', baby, excuse me (drip)
C#m
Whole lot of gang in here (gang)
C#m
Northside niggas, no names in here (Nawf)
C#m
Pinky ring crystal clear, 100k spent on a private Lear
C#m F#m
60k solitaire, I cannot vibe with queers
G#m E
I got the heart of a bear (huh)
F#m
Bustin' them down by the pair
C#m
Patek Philipe, it's rare
C#m
I'm smashin', pullin' her hair
G#m
Trap fashion, look what I wear
It's a ghost but do not be scared
C#m
It's a Wraith with stars in the ceiling, yeah
C3m
They go ape on them bars catch a body, yeah
C#m F#m G#m
Let my dick fill in her mouth like it's a cavity, yeah
C#m F#m G#m
Sippin' on codeine, floatin' with no gravity yeah
[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
C#m F#m
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
C#m
Plus my wrist lit, hey
C#m
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
C#m
I'm a big pimp, yeah
C#m
I talk big shit, yeah
G#m
We got sticks bitch, yeah
G#m
We don't miss shit, yeah uh
C#m C#m
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah
C#m
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
C#m G#m A C#m
Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah
C#m F#m G#m A
C#m F#m G#m A
[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
C#m F#m
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
C#m
Plus my wrist lit, hey
C#m
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
C#m
I'm a big pimp, yeah
C#m
I talk big shit, yeah
G#m
We got sticks bitch, yeah
G#m
We don't miss shit, yeah uh
C#m C#m
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah
C#m
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
C#m G#m A C#m
Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah
[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
C#m
I gotta move a clip, in this lil' uzi yeah
C#m
They like to talk a lot yeah, but we like to mute shit, yeah
C#m F#m
Pull up and shoot shit yeah, all on the roof and shit, yeah
C#m
Trap out the Ruth's Chris yeah, bust down your cuban, yeah
A F#m
Montana, some like Tony Montana
G#m
Whole lot of drums and bananas
C#m
I don't fuck with no rappers
C#m
I got love for my trappers, yeah
G#m E G#m
Reachin' for my chains see I know blood they gon' wack 'em yeah
C#m
New spot like the Falcons
F#m
New drop this the fast one
C#m G#m
Get some top in the Aston
C#m F#m
1.5 in cash, bruh
C#m F#m
Young fly nigga, they like, "He so handsome"
C#m F#m
I might slide through in that Rolls Royce Phantom
[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
C#m F#m
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
C#m
Plus my wrist lit, hey
C#m
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
C#m
I'm a big pimp, yeah
C#m
I talk big shit, yeah
G#m
We got sticks bitch, yeah
G#m
We don't miss shit, yeah uh
C#m C#m
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah
C#m
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
C#m G#m A C#m
Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah
[Verse 2: Offset]
C#m
My whole cup polluted (drank)
F#
Get in that pint and how you can
C#m
We take the fo from the groupies (woo)
C#m
I'm drippin', baby, excuse me (drip)
C#m
Whole lot of gang in here (gang)
C#m
Northside niggas, no names in here (Nawf)
C#m
Pinky ring crystal clear, 100k spent on a private Lear
C#m F#m
60k solitaire, I cannot vibe with queers
G#m E
I got the heart of a bear (huh)
F#m
Bustin' them down by the pair
C#m
Patek Philipe, it's rare
C#m
I'm smashin', pullin' her hair
G#m
Trap fashion, look what I wear
It's a ghost but do not be scared
C#m
It's a Wraith with stars in the ceiling, yeah
C3m
They go ape on them bars catch a body, yeah
C#m F#m G#m
Let my dick fill in her mouth like it's a cavity, yeah
C#m F#m G#m
Sippin' on codeine, floatin' with no gravity yeah
[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
C#m F#m
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
C#m
Plus my wrist lit, hey
C#m
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
C#m
I'm a big pimp, yeah
C#m
I talk big shit, yeah
G#m
We got sticks bitch, yeah
G#m
We don't miss shit, yeah uh
C#m C#m
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah
C#m
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
C#m G#m A C#m
Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah
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