Young Wheezy
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Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
It's Young Gunna, Wunna, young NAV, and Young Wheezy
Young Gunna, Wunna, young NAV, and Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Ball
They fresh out a coffin, don't know why they talkin'
Got power like Austin, they cap with a gown
These rappers exhaustin', that ho shit gon' cost 'em
They wet like a faucet, I look like a fountain
Get Texas like Austin, in LA we golfin'
Can't take no more losses and we steady countin'
I put 'em in office and didn't get a crown
I'm drenched like a dolphin, the freshest in town
Racks in, walk in Maxfield and I'm splurgin' again
Mixin' up Crush like it's juice and the gin
Stick in her pussy it's loosenin'
I went to Houston with Travis, I'm lit
Niggas send threats and ain't nobody dead
I done got rich but I still ain't a lick
Take a Perc 30 whenever I'm sick
Ring cost a 30, I ain't even 30, FN hold a 30, blue tips in the clip
Wide body swervin', Rolls-Royce that's for certain
Her head game is urgent, I bust on her lip
We the big dogs and these lil' nigga's shrimp
Vegas, I spent 20k on the strip
Neighborhood blue on the Vette, that's for Nip
XO, YSL, in the game off the rip
Ball
They fresh out a coffin, don't know why they talkin'
Got power like Austin, they cap with a gown
These rappers exhaustin', that ho shit gon' cost 'em
They wet like a faucet, I look like a fountain
Get Texas like Austin, in LA we golfin'
Can't take no more losses and we steady countin'
I put 'em in office and didn't get a crown
I'm drenched like a dolphin, the freshest in town
Came out the jungle with tigers and apes
Can't believe Cash's studio covered in Bape
Fucked so much bitches I should be in porn
Cost a arm and a leg just to see me perform
Speakin' the truth 'cause I ain't good at lyin'
And I never play golf but I still keep my iron
Call up some vibes, I got nothin' but dimes
And she gave me some brain, I got piece of her mind
Pull up to functions, my name on the banner
I'm still walkin' through the back door with my hammer
Told these lil' boys that they don't want no smoke
Had to aim for his legs, can't get caught on the camera
Got me a baddie, when she give me sloppy
She tie up her hair with a Gucci bandana
Come between me and my blues and get handled
I know me same dangerous Crips from Atlanta
If I run into a problem with cake
I put pots on the stove and I whip up the batter
Speak on my name, I'ma pull up on you
All your people gon' run when the shots start to splatter
Stayed on my grind and I been makin' noise
And I still find a way how to tune out the chatter
Catchin' yo bitch is like catchin' the opps
I just pull out my dick and shoot it right at her
Ball
They fresh out a coffin, don't know why they talkin'
Got power like Austin, they cap with a gown
These rappers exhaustin', that ho shit gon' cost 'em
They wet like a faucet, I look like a fountain
Get Texas like Austin, in LA we golfin'
Can't take no more losses and we steady countin'
I put 'em in office and didn't get a crown
I'm drenched like a dolphin, the freshest in town
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
The lyrics to NAV & Gunna's song "Young Wheezy" are filled with references to wealth, power, and bravado. The chorus is a repetition of the line "Young Wheezy," which refers to the producer of the song, Wheezy, who has worked with several notable hip-hop artists. The first verse, performed by Gunna, features lines about his confidence and status in the rap game. He compares himself to powerhouses like Austin, Texas, and talks about the inferiority of other rappers. He also references golfing, a hobby commonly associated with wealth, and brags about not being able to take any losses.
NAV's verse touches on similar themes of wealth and power, as he talks about his expensive jewelry and cars. He also boasts about his sexual conquests and his ability to make money. The final verse, performed by Wheezy, is more focused on violence and danger. He talks about carrying a gun and aiming for someone's legs instead of killing them. He also references his connections to dangerous individuals in Atlanta.
Overall, the song is a celebration of wealth, power, and confidence, in both the music industry and in life in general.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah (Wheezy outta here)
Introducing the song with Wheezy's signature tagline
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Acknowledging the presence of the famous music producer, Wheezy
It's Young Gunna, Wunna, young NAV, and Young Wheezy
Listing the names of the artists featured in the song
Ball
Starting the first verse of the song with the word 'Ball'
They fresh out a coffin, don't know why they talkin'
Taking aim at other rappers who talk trash despite being irrelevant
Got power like Austin, they cap with a gown
Comparing his own influence to that of Austin Powers and calling out rappers who are fake
These rappers exhaustin', that ho shit gon' cost 'em
Expressing his disdain for rappers who engage in drama and mentioning that it will catch up to them
They wet like a faucet, I look like a fountain
Contrasting himself with other rappers who fake their wealth and brag about trivial things
Get Texas like Austin, in LA we golfin'
Mentioning his presence in both Texas and LA and highlighting his luxury lifestyle
Can't take no more losses and we steady countin'
Asserting his dedication to success and wealth accumulation
I put 'em in office and didn't get a crown
Boasting about his own success and reminding listeners of his impact in the industry
I'm drenched like a dolphin, the freshest in town
Complimenting himself on his fashion sense and appearance
Racks in, walk in Maxfield and I'm splurgin' again
Continuing with the chorus and mentioning his lavish spending habits
Mixin' up Crush like it's juice and the gin
Referencing the popular soda drink and indicating that he's mixing it with alcohol
Stick in her pussy it's loosenin'
Making a vulgar reference to his sexual exploits
I went to Houston with Travis, I'm lit
Mentioning his experience working with Travis Scott and highlighting his fame
Niggas send threats and ain't nobody dead
Mocking his adversaries who make threats but don't actually follow through
I done got rich but I still ain't a lick
Acknowledging his wealth but reminding listeners of his rough background
Take a Perc 30 whenever I'm sick
Admitting to using drugs to cope with illnesses or pain
Ring cost a 30, I ain't even 30, FN hold a 30, blue tips in the clip
Bringing attention to his expensive jewelry and firearms with blue-tipped ammunition
Wide body swervin', Rolls-Royce that's for certain
Boasting about his luxury car and driving skills
Her head game is urgent, I bust on her lip
Making another explicit reference to his sexual encounters
We the big dogs and these lil' nigga's shrimp
Calling himself and his peers the top dogs in the industry and belittling other rappers
Vegas, I spent 20k on the strip
Mentioning his extravagant spending habits in Las Vegas
Neighborhood blue on the Vette, that's for Nip
Paying homage to the late rapper Nipsey Hussle with blue paint on his Corvette
XO, YSL, in the game off the rip
Mentioning his collaboration with The Weeknd and his connection to the YSL fashion brand
Came out the jungle with tigers and apes
Metaphorically referencing his difficult upbringing and tough persona
Can't believe Cash's studio covered in Bape
Referencing his fellow rapper Cash and his studio's abundance of BAPE clothing
Fucked so much bitches I should be in porn
Boasting about his sexual experiences once again
Cost a arm and a leg just to see me perform
Highlighting his fame and the price of attending one of his shows
Speakin' the truth 'cause I ain't good at lyin'
Stating that he values honesty and doesn't like to deceive
And I never play golf but I still keep my iron
Making a play on words using 'iron' to refer to both a golf club and a firearm
Call up some vibes, I got nothin' but dimes
Boasting about the attractive women in his circle
And she gave me some brain, I got piece of her mind
Making another vulgar reference to his sexual exploits
Pull up to functions, my name on the banner
Asserting his dominance in the industry with his name prominently displayed at events
I'm still walkin' through the back door with my hammer
Mentioning his weapon and his lack of fear of anyone
Told these lil' boys that they don't want no smoke
Warning his competitors not to provoke him with threats or violence
Had to aim for his legs, can't get caught on the camera
Admitting to getting into scuffles but avoiding extreme violence on camera
Got me a baddie, when she give me sloppy
Boasting about his attractive partner and her sexual prowess
She tie up her hair with a Gucci bandana
Mentioning his partner's fashion sense and high quality hair accessory
Come between me and my blues and get handled
Asserting his territorial behavior towards his money or drugs
I know me same dangerous Crips from Atlanta
Hinting at his connections to a notorious street gang in Atlanta
If I run into a problem with cake
Acknowledging the possibility of having issues with money or wealth
I put pots on the stove and I whip up the batter
Referencing his past experiences cooking drugs to sell on the streets
Speak on my name, I'ma pull up on you
Making a threat against anyone who speaks negatively about him
All your people gon' run when the shots start to splatter
Hinting that he is not alone in his violent tendencies and that his team will back him up
Stayed on my grind and I been makin' noise
Reiterating his hard work and success in the industry
And I still find a way how to tune out the chatter
Mentioning that he ignores negativity and drama surrounding him
Catchin' yo bitch is like catchin' the opps
Comparing seducing a beautiful woman to defeating an opposing gang
I just pull out my dick and shoot it right at her
Making another vulgar reference to his sexual exploits
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ending the song with an ad-lib of 'yeah' to mark its completion
Lyrics ยฉ Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Written by: Navraj Goraya, Amir Esmailian, Sergio Kitchens, Wesley Tyler Glass
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@PrimzOFFICIAL
Nav the uncle every brown kid wish they had
@admiralaokiji7889
gtfo nav trash
@dylbol
nice
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@@admiralaokiji7889 why u here then ๐คฃ
@Aragorn-wp2xm
True
@levincustisiv3367
@@user-kq1ob8qk4i right lmao
@pratikkhara5167
3 things inevitable in life -
1. Happiness
2. Sadness
3. ft. Gunna
@YunggFaZzy
One day, Im gonna work with NAV...
@herbsstheking4450
Gunna the old lil wayne and the new durk ft every track
@DreamGaming12
and taxes