YMCA Lyrics – Kodak Black

Read the full YMCA lyrics by Kodak Black along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Kodak Black’s music, you can also explore Calculated Steppin and Who You Seeing Tonight, two other songs by Kodak Black.

[Intro]
We was posted by the Y
We was scoping out the Y
Yeah
We was thugging at the YMCA, hey
Scoping and poking
At the YMCA, ayy, yeah

[Verse]
Want you to love me ’cause I’m running low
Do you say fu*k me when I tell you no?
We was back then at the YMCA
Now we in a black Benz on I-10, we piled up on a play
You can go ask Fred, Greg, Marcus and Tracy ‘nem
We made eighty bands off scoping out at the YMCA
I’m wondering why you need to surprise me ’cause that’s how you feel
Did I really expect them boys to keep it real?
This for the street n!ggas after paper
Young n!ggas tryna snap, we tryna pull a caper
I done got too comfortable in this hotel
Shout out T-Stunna, D-Size, Sunrise and that whole dell
My lil’ n!ggas thirteen, we fu*k with Odell
26136, we rep them ZML
Know you see my wrist, I hate to say I told you
I dreamed of this back at the Boys & Girls Club
Hope you don’t hate me ’cause I got you nothing
Ain’t send me nothing special, so I just said fu*k you, baby
Reach for my waist, you already know what I be saying
I bet I could call me some young n!ggas right now that all been laying
In the booth, I do my thing, but I’m a fool with that poker
Got baby on a leash, that’s why I buy her chokers
I been alright ever since they let me go
So fu*k it, I went all white, I feel like Sammy Sosa
I miss my cousin too much and it hurt, boy
We was in Hawaii, I was tryna surfboard
Back then at the Y, we tryna steal a purse
Don’t need nobody thinking I’m tryna get ’em murked

I’m just trying not to catch a body
She want some money, I told her I ain’t got it
We was back then at the YMCA
Now we in a black Benz on I-10, we piled up on a play
Hmm, them jiggas kicking in, I got it done
Everybody ’round, them n!ggas got a gun
Ain’t tripping, baby, I know you having fun
Ooh, ooh
I ain’t really saying you gotta be a one of one
But you gotta go beyond and show me that you love me, baby
Come and fu*k me for this whole week straight
Turn your phone off, tell your people ‘dem we straight
We was back then at the YMCA
Now we in a black Benz on I-10, we piled up on a play
Put your man on do not disturb tonight
So he won’t disturb us
We was back then at the YMCA
Now we in a black Benz on I-10, we piled up on a play
All of the baby Snipes, they come up like how we grew up back in the day
Don’t think my lil’ n!ggas some lil’ n!ggas, get shot up all in your face (Facts, that’s on the baby Snipers)
We was thugging at the Y
Scoping and poking

[Outro]
At the YMCA
We gon’ do this, like, we gon’ do this video at the YMCA
We get enough of them lil’, lil’ white people doing the lil’ YMCA thing
Know what I’m saying?
Glee, glee
Real gleeful, real Z-ful
Heaven’s obligatory
It’s all kinda extras and Yerc-ular s*it going on, yeah