410 YD - Concussion Lyrics

I steady go brazy they think that I'm bloodin
Hit in his head call it a concussion
Causing a ruckus
Better start duckin
Say they gang but they look like brad gluckman

All these hoes mad cuz I do this shit young
They big struggle and I'm chillin havin fun
They know i'm the one
Alpha male and they runts
We eat them bitches for lunch

Bitch you been sweet since the eight grade
If youon stop talking homies let them thangs spray
You know what they say
Tryna get through make way
That shit turn chaotic everybody screaming mayday

I just be counting money up before payday
I'm doing well everyday my new hayday
Shorty like six nine not me no treyway
I get fame the real way and they do it the fake way
They look like fat albert homie no hey hey
She think she my baybay
But that shit fakefake
Still she gon do a dance she make it shake shake

She make shake
Magic city
You not wit the shits if you not f*ckin wi me
I became yd
They called me silly
They like u gon pop off I be like oh really

Maryland shit we comin wit that flow
Yo bitch like yd yo shit really goes
I be like I know
Please girl keep on yo clothes

Young bull in this shit I know I'm finna blow
They been knew my name since 2004
Off rip that shit go
Forces keep it on the low
Swear u always been a hoe

Boy u been sweet since as long as I known you
Think that I'm into you damn u too slow boo
We don't eat tofu
Yo eating toes foo
That shit not it but I guess that's how hoes do

Rep 443 410 and 202
Lil homie got drip but he also a bro too
I do not know you
Imma f*ck up this flow too
Boy youon know how to rap lemme show u