3800 Degrees Album Lyrics by Young Boy Never Broke Again

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Back On My Feet

Drum Dummie made the beat and I'm gon' kill it
Ha, XO
That-that, that-that tempo right there? That that shit?
Uh, you know yeah, yeah (Ayy)
I just jump straight on and talk that shit, talk that cutthroat
Look

I'ma hustler, 'fore I'm broke, I'ma make a way
I told 'em things different from up in '16, that was back up in the day
Now you already know anyway this shit go, shoot it out on the interstate
Tryna swerve 'em off the road, talkin' "Grrah," pussy nigga, "Grrah," 'til the metal break
Why they soldier hate? They gon' make me wanna come and pluck 'em down, wanna give my fair shake
Head out of town, she a machine, make it back, that girl couldn't do her hair late
You know 10? That's my lil' bro, had to tell 'em stay up from under that ho
You know that that bitch know dirt on my ho and my ho know dirt on that nasty ho (C-Come on, come on)
They got another chick that be with 'em, had a baby 'fore a opp, I like her on the low
She got her body done, now she want her body done, I'll spit on 'em both
I got all the killers and real niggas and trill bitches with me, you know? (You know?)
These rap niggas know that I'm dangerous
And I know most some of them niggas hoes (They hoes)
I know ya heard how they block my songs when them people tried to send me up the road (The road)
Could've sworn this ho was gettin' f*cked when I called her phone
I know that she dogged me to her friends but lowkey still don't leave me 'lone
My girl probably wouldn't even let the bitch inside our home (Probably wouldn't even let her in this bitch)

All y'all will see, I'ma get back up on my feet (Back up on my feet)
I had to find peace, I lost my thug, now, I can't sleep (Now, I can't sleep)
I want beef (I want beef), get your shit bust inside the streets (Bust inside the streets)
Life of a G, I don't need you to pray for me (Pray for me)
Rap niggas over, and I said they all gettin' slumped over (Gettin' slumped over)
Last man stand, bang 'til it's over, 'cause I'm a soldier ('Cause I'm a soldier)
I won't think twice to kill yo' ass 'cause I don't know ya ('C-'Cause I don't know ya)
Got to run this shit, can't stop, I think it's turnin' over

Got to top this shit from turnin' over (Come on)
I keep my clique from sellin' yola
Got to keep my dog from off that boy before I found him sleep, slumped over (Uh-uh)
Got to UberEat my bitch and cater from house arrest, I'm Bossanova ('Nova)
Wan' protect, I'm the reason they ain't bought 'em yet, 'cause bitch I know ya (Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang)
You a messy gossipin' ass bitch and you might f*ck me over (Over, uh)
Bitch, I flex that guap, got lots of it, I turn that nigga ho up (Ho up)
Think they know us, got to show us, talk that shit, we shoot yo' show up (Grr)
Aim like Jonesy, feel like Rod
Think he a big nigga, like he Jewish
Tell 'em keep cross phones, better keep your rod
I had it hard, go 'round the corner, couldn't get it on inside the yard
You think we masked up for Corona how we ski'd up for that boy (Psh)
Run up on me, you think it's sweet and we gon' send yo ass to God
Wrath and Revenge of YoungBoy

All y'all will see, I'ma get back up on my feet (Back up on my feet)
I had to find peace, I lost my thug, now, I can't sleep (Now, I can't sleep)
I want beef (I want beef), get your shit bust inside the streets (Bust inside the streets)
Life of a G, I don't need you to pray for me (To pray for me)
Rap niggas over, and I said they all gettin' slumped over (Gettin' slumped over)
Last man stand, bang 'til it's over, 'cause I'm a soldier ('Cause I'm a soldier, bap, bap, bap)
I won't think twice to kill yo' ass 'cause I don't know ya ('Cause I don't know ya)
Got to run this shit, can't stop, I think it's turnin' over (It's turnin' over)

Uh, think this shit been turnin' over

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Won't Step On Me

Leor, light it up
Mommy, India got the beats
Come on, ha
Now check this (Check this)
We ain't with none of that water whip ass shit (None of that shit you niggas on)
I'ma preach it to you like this, I'ma give it to you raw
You heard me? However I bring it, that's how I'ma bring it, just catch it
It's some real gangster shit now

I quit that sad shit, I ain't trippin', they don't f*ck with me then f*ck 'em
You don't want YoungBoy, baby? Come on, know you love me, yeah
Real popular in my hood and that street shit I love, nigga
See me soldiered down and I'm good, I wish you motherf*ckin' would
I wish you motherf*ckers do it, yeah
Choppa came, I would
Okay, come play broad day, I up that spray, they gon' tell you 'bout how I do it (Grr, grr)
Nawfside 3-8, I bang that 4KTrey, it ain't safe inside Baton Rogue
Nah, they ain't wanna see me on
They ain't wanna see me sell out my tour
They ain't glad that I came home (Ha)
They ain't wanna look out for my children (Ha)
Now the fact I'm back, I been gettin' stacks, don't f*ck with 'em, tell 'em let's do it (Yeah)
Turn boys to men, I'ma get it in
Grindin' to the ten, I been through it
Sticks in your hand, shoot on demand
I'll zip your man, find you a new one

Hold on, no way at all you gon' step on me (Let it out)
Bitch, a issue if you thinkin' you gon' rep' off me (What?)
They gon' find this nigga stankin', he ran up on me
Boy, I ain't playin', I'm gone off bars of Xans, I mix with lean, that maple lean (Ha, ha, grr)
I'm watchin' cars, I got my rod, I'm who in charge, they make-believe
I come from robbin' shit to Nawfside, I was robbin' jeans
I tell that ho get off my back 'cause only room there for my team (Woah-oh)

Give me that iron (Iron), I'ma roll with 'em (Roll with 'em)
Mama, don't pray for me, I don't back down for no nigga (No nigga)
They got a place for me
Lil Top, I got a K with me
A Drac', you know it love to sing (Grr)
He really pussy 'cause he red, because you know he gon' get down for me (Baow, lay you down for me, bitch)

Hold on, no way at all you gon' step on me (Let it out, yeah)
Bitch, a issue if you thinkin' you gon' rep' off me (Come on, come on, yeah-yeah)
They gon' find this nigga stankin', he ran up on me (Pow, pow)

I come up with plenty killers, got to keep a pistol
Roll with me by any means (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Strung out all dope sniffers from the Northside and f*cked 'em, that methamine
Youngin' got on that Meth', he be lookin' mean
Cross your top with the Glock, you try anything (Yeah, yeah)
When my grandma had left, had to jump out the shelf
Bust the top with a Glock if you chop a seat
I 'member back in '17, I ain't had no money for weed
Man, I was bummin' for weeks
Down on my dick, so I scheme
Bitch take a bobby pin, and hide the money inside her hair for me
Know I got money, I got the bitch tryna tear her hair out for me
I used to live inside a house and used to stay out weeks
Told her that my home my girl house, I ain't have nowhere to sleep
I was in Houston dealin' boy with a warrant out on me
Ran off on Drea because I promised Jaz before we had linked (Damn)

Hold on, no way at all you gon' step on me (Let it out)
Bitch, a issue if you thinkin' you gon' rep' off me (Bap, bap, bap)
They gon' find this nigga stankin', he ran up on me (On me)
Hold on, no way at all you gon' step on me (Let it out)
Bitch, a issue if you thinkin' you gon' rep' off me (What?)
They gon' find this nigga stankin', he ran up on me

I'ma whoop your ass, lil' nigga
I'm experienced, I'ma do you bad, you gon' be feelin' played
Now, you better go on 'bout your lil' business
'Fore it be some blood on top my Js
Right now I'm faded, I got on shades
'Cause I'ma renegade, and I play with K
Know I built the lands like it's my lands, I'm tryna find peace inside my days
I ain't graduated 'til that glass
Bitch can't even pee about Lil Dave
Your bathroom window, I'm at your glass
I'm bringin' all you bitches pain
Soldier rollin' loaded, I tell 'em free JBeezy
He creepin' creature, man
Four doors on me, make it look easy
With that heat, he leave your brain
Ass, see me down bad, but that lil' storm, I overcame
They said I'm finna beat it like Soulja Slim when he had to pee in that tank
But the only thing
It's a difference, I'm Cash Money, ain't no Hot Boy, I'm Rich Gang
And I got my own label, I'm a boss, NBA, I'm Never Broke Again
NFL, Nawfside for life, my heart goes out to most of my friends
Because I know that they want chains, they gon' be bangin' all to the end
No, wait, hold up, I mean my bros
We put you up, stuff out 'em hoes
Check how we roll up you (Uh), I already know, cutthroat, nigga

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Pimpin A Bitch

You dig? Squeeze
Pimpin' a bitch and we jackin' them niggas, because we comin' from Nawfside-
Pimpin' a bitch and we jackin' them
(You know Lil Rippah got them 808s)
Pimpin' a bitch and we jackin' them, ooh, look

Pimpin' a bitch and we jackin' them niggas, because we comin' from Nawfside
Pimpin' a bitch and we jackin' them niggas, because we comin' from Nawfside
Pimpin' a bitch and we jackin' them niggas, because we comin' from Nawfside

That young nigga 'bout that beef and screamin', "F*ck you and all your people"
He was raised by some old heads, sold cocaine, and wore beepers
Isle 32, slugged up, that nigga post on Cinneca street, doped up
Them niggas think they know us? Get your sister best friend to set him up
Pussy niggas in the game, with all these diamond chains, don't deserve a thing
F*ck you, let me get me, I take everything
She bounce that ass, but she got an old man, she out there bad
But she don't give one f*ck for some cash, she gon' let me hit her in a Range
In that Nawf, it go down, huh
In that Nawf, when YoungBoy out there, you probably ain't gon' make it out, huh?
Probably be a body found, huh?
They can't prove it, but they knowin' all the results, huh?
They know he live that shit he rap
They knowin' he'll have them young niggas outside your house, huh?
They knowin' that nigga ain't shit five
They knowin' that nigga had Lil Four rob his best friend, slime
Haha, they say he out here on that shit, nah
I said I had twenty-five Ms before I signed a deal
'Fore to make another sixty Ms, I still grind

Pimpin' a bitch and we jackin' them niggas, because we comin' from Nawfside
Pimpin' a bitch and we jackin' them niggas, because we comin' from Nawfside
Pimpin' a bitch and we jackin' them niggas, because we comin' from Nawfside
Pimpin' a bitch and we jackin' them niggas, because we comin' from Nawfside

F*ck a bitch, I tell her, "Bring me ten grand, or I don't wan' f*ck"
Nah, I'm just playin', I don't want that from these hoes, but I could take it there
I don't wanna go to the BET awards, I don't know if I'ma make it there
Know them pussy niggas be attendin', I might have to spray in there
Them lil' two fine hoes out the field, they be both sharin' hair
You know they get it how they live, she take it out and let her best friend wear
Avenue J, them lil' apartments, I used to stay right back in there
You know Lil Dirty, that's my nigga, he ever need me, I won't play it fair
What's my address? You can share how me and my nigga 3 came
F*ck these niggas, cutthroat 'em all, I be big-dawg in the game
Oh, you left your pistol up in your car, huh?
Got some weed talkin' 'bout you need a guard, come get up in my car, five
Now get your stupid ass out now
How I play? YoungBoy, I play it raw, huh?
I'm a gangster ass nigga, and I don't give a f*ck 'bout what you thinkin'
I'm so, so Nawfside
How many points on the score? Five
Bro bang for P, I bang for me
And everything tote this green flag, big slime

Pimpin' a bitch and we jackin' them niggas, because we comin' from Nawfside
Pimpin' a bitch and we jackin' them niggas, because we comin' from Nawfside
Pimpin' a bitch and we jackin' them niggas, because we comin' from Nawfside
Pimpin' a bitch and we jackin' them niggas, because we comin' from Nawfside

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Handle One

(KPOnTheBeat)
(Jah, heat it up)

Say it to a nigga, "Owe you somethin'?"
Well, a nigga owe me somethin' too, and this what I'm gonna do
I'ma grab that chopper with that knife on front
I'm a Nawfside nigga, I can handle one (Believe that, yeah, yeah)

Smoke somethin' behind my nigga, pull up and I blow my pistol
I kill a nigga bitch (Boom, boom)
Play games, watch, I zip you (Yeah)
F*ck that talkin', let's do that (Yeah)
I'm a pimp, bitch, I'm- (Yeah)
Woah, slow down, your mama in here throwin' all that ass
Yeah, I'm in my bag, I'll flash out
Make a nigga whoop yo' ass and do you bad, you gon' get dragged out
Put a switch on back that .45, it's a MAC now
You pussy broke bitch, know you might die in that 'Raq, huh
Look, look, nighttime in the Nawfside, I'm posted in the projects
All the pain I got to dissect, bitch, I'll kill you 'bout my profit

If you ain't slime, you ain't one of my mine, bitch, cross the line, we slangin' iron
Stay with that look in my eyes, bitch, you gon' respect my mind
Tell a nigga, f*ck him, then been waitin' outside for that bitch boy
Rock out with choppers, no guitars, I'm gon' go hard, I swear to God (Yeah)
I miss my boy, I'm goin' overboard, I tried succeedin', bitch, it's hard (Yeah)
Pop one, then I'm gone to head, doped up, I'm on my plenty meds

Say it to a nigga, "Owe you somethin'?"
Well, a nigga owe me somethin' too, and this what I'm gonna do
I'ma grab that chopper with that knife on front
I'm a Nawfside nigga, I can handle one (Believe that, yeah, yeah)

Out my mind, ball out my top, nah
Play, I shoot the f*ckin' crowd, tell 'em, "Clear it out, now"
I just popped a Percocet, I'm foamin' in my mouth now
I go buy Z06 'Vette, inside I got that Carbon slime
She know it's beef, that boy an opp, she f*ckin' lyin'
Hold on, truck-built bitch (Ah), bitch, you better pick a side
Believe me one them boys gon' die
Matter of time, I'ma dish-out fire (Now, bitch, bye)
I need a point three right now, nigga

If you ain't slime, you ain't one of my mine, bitch, cross the line, we slangin' iron
Stay with that look in my eyes, bitch, you gon' respect my mind
Tell a nigga, f*ck him, then been waitin' outside for that bitch boy
Rock out with choppers, no guitars, I'm gon' go hard, I swear to God (Yeah)
I miss my boy, I'm goin' overboard, I tried succeedin', bitch, it's hard (Yeah)
Pop one, then I'm gone to head, doped up, I'm on my plenty meds

Say it to a nigga, "Owe you somethin'?"
Well, a nigga owe me somethin' too, and this what I'm gonna do
I'ma grab that chopper with that knife on front
I'm a Nawfside nigga, I can handle one (Believe that, yeah, yeah)

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Choppa On My Shoulda

(Mercy Beats, nigga)
(DrellOnTheTrack)
Yeah
Big dawg shit, believe that
What, what it is? Bitch

Salute me when you see me nigga, 'cause I'm a soldier
You ain't recognize, you ain't notice how I tote that choppa on my shoulder?
I'm a G and I'ma run this shit like a G, know he supposed to
So cutthroat, you would think that they brought Slim back from Magnolia

I'm a convicted felon bearin' illegal guns without no holster
I'ma catch you, feelin' badly, ain't even wanna slump you over
I got a gangster bitch, I'm a gangster nigga
She know how to hold me
I'll stick the dice game that my friend attend
Then tell 'em one of them niggas owes me
Know this ho just tryna play me close 'cause I know this is not no for showly
Tryna get me at a pinpoint, you was gonna let 'em rollercoast me
I ain't far from 'round, I brought my boy straight out the Nola
I got brown drippin' from my nose, don't think once 'fore to bash me
You don't know me, bitch (Yeah)

This for them gangsters and them bangers locked down in the feds
This for them fast, down to get dangerous, bust that nigga head
Ooh, this for old school who'll whoop one of you dumb niggas for thinkin' that you- (Yeah)

Look, I got my Llama, nigga
I want all the problems (Woah, woah)
Tell me lil' brother, "Keep them choppers from up out my mama house"
Bitch, tell ya mammy watch her mouth
I make my cousin walk her down
That's corn, and [?] and sweet pea, and I got some straight up out the South
Be on gangster shit, from my family tree just lookin' down
This for my Uncle Eddie, real stick-up artist, ain't make it home
I don't want that bitch, she salt me down
Strung out on dope, ho, leave me 'lone
I'm fresh as f*ck, that ain't enough, she still bought them niggas songs
That's why my baby still show love, dirty bitch I held you down
I catch your BD at the club and I might knock his ass down
Bitch, I'm a thug, now move yo' cappin' ass around
Got plenty rounds, I'm in this bitch with all my rounds, yeah

This for them gangsters and them bangers locked down in the feds
This for them fast, down to get dangerous, bust that nigga head
Ooh, this for old school who'll whoop one of you dumb niggas for thinkin' that you- (Yeah)

You best call the feds
Ain't no sense to hold your head
These bullets rippin' through yo' hand
And we pull off once you dead
I'm with them murder babies, they on it crazy
They know that I'm paid
I'm talkin' concentrated, I'm medicated
So, everything be red
I let them shooters get 'em, they too official
I'll make sure that they fed
You keep that secret, so you takin' care your ass, I respect that
Bitch, we'll tell 'em move you from yo' dads with yo' dog ass
Tell that pussy bitch, "Don't run with 10," get on y'all ass

Salute me when you see me nigga, 'cause I'm a soldier
You ain't recognize, you ain't notice how I tote that choppa on my shoulder?
I'm a G and I'ma run this shit like a G, know he supposed to
So cutthroat, you would think that they brought Slim back from Magnolia

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It Could Go

(Ayo Bans, what you cookin'?)
Ooh (La-la, la-la-la, mmm-mmm)
La-la-la

I ain't no 2Pac of this generation, I'm AI YoungBoy
You try to get ahead of this generation, you'll get a run for it
Got a lot of risks inside my situation, but I was born for it
I'll take the breath pipe from a nigga, he try to find a ho card
Mama please, let me wipe the tears off top of yo' eye
I look deep and I could see myself dyin'
I wonder why it took disease, for me to wear a glove with this Glock (That I pass 'round)
My mistakes as a child, successful clown
Fell before I come, and ain't nobody try to lift me up
Check dude off the line, it hit my mind he tried to stick me up
Tell you more two times, they slung that iron and tried to bend me up
Pussy bitch keep tryin' and still ain't rich as us

(La-la-la)
This shit ain't the same no more
(La-la-la)
Go to poppin', bitch hit the floor
(La-la-la)
Can you take 'way this pain, oh, Lord
(La-la-la)
Ain't no switchin' up, anyway it could go

From the [?] the to 'Yo
From my grandma house to the hospital
Don't talk that gangster shit to me, you ain't never shot niggas
I'm a real top peeler and I'm known around the world, I'm Top nigga (Lil' bro a block sprinter)
Spray from the Tahoe, who the ho now? Nigga
Treat my like a dog, I changed her life
Can't even f*ck to make it right
And you so different, now you wishin' I know more, ain't like my type
F*ck the industry, lose the hype
I'm a user, f*ck with drug dealers
Real connected, use my city for the plug niggas (Believe me)
When you 'round me don't type poor me, you surround white boys
Green flag 'round, that's a die-hard, they'll take your life for it
Thirty grand for to kidnap that boy, you got it my boy
I'ma take half and then just pay for it, then supply the night toys
Create the night noise

Ooh
You barely know me (La-la-la)
But, I'ma open myself to you (La-la-la)
You said you love me (La-la-la)
Ooh
You said demon fire, demon eyes (La-la, la-la-la)
(La-la-la)

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Ampd Up

(feat. Mouse On Tha Track)

(Beat Execz)
Y'all hoes wildin', woah, no-no-no-no, oh
(XO) Yeah, it's Top nigga
Huh, huh (MarcussMuzik Of Beat Execz)
Shawty jiggin', uh
Throwin' all that, woah (Yeah, she jiggin' uh)
She get jiggy, jiggy, woah (Woah)
I get jiggy with her, talk dirty, she get jiggy, jiggy with it (Woah)
I get jiggy with it, I hit it, she get jiggy, jiggy with me (Woah)
It's up, yeah, look, yeah

Shawty goin' crazy, hit it and she throwin' all that ass on me
I'm in here with the murder babies, with that sack on me
Baow, I'm doin' my dance, don't try to act on me
Goin' through that jet but with my friends, I got that Yak on me
Yeah, I'm sweatin' bad on that shit, boy
If I put you on my list you gon' get blicked, some with that hit squad
I'm the same nigga, once that shit get started, then I get goin'
Man, f*ck that shit, I'm in this bitch, don't play with me
I'm amped up and I'm in here doin' a grave digger (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hope you ain't pull up to my show, ain't brought ya case with ya
We in the backend full of dope, we snap up gang pictures
Play and you won't make it to the door, better hit the floor, you gon' get stained with 'em

I got a seventy-round stick, inside, a bag of .223s (Yeah)
Duh, I made the screamin', put your pussy ass to sleep
I said I hate all these niggas and all these niggas hate YB (Hate YB)
Don't trust these hoes but all these hoes be all on me
Look, bitch make one diss, we gon' bust your tomato (Baow, baow)
How you out a blick? It ain't nowhere that I came though
You better get your bitch, come with my clique, she get dicked down
Come on, punch me in my shit, watch how my youngin' wave my switch 'round
I don't know you 'round this bitch, you don't exist, I make you get down (I spray the crowd)
"Baow, baow, baow, baow," that's that choppa sound
Whipped down, jump out with guns, try to run and we gon' chase ya down
Grrt, pow, whoop, baow, skrrt
Grrt, get your body down

I'm amped up and I'm in here doin' a grave digger
Hope you ain't pull up to my show, ain't brought ya case with ya
We in the backend full of dope, we snap up gang pictures
Play and you won't make it to the door, better hit the floor, you gon' get stained with 'em
Shawty goin' crazy, hit it and she throwin' all that ass on me (Yeah, ah, ah, ah)
I'm in here with the murder babies, with that sack on me (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Baow, I'm doin' my dance, don't try to act on me (Ah, ah, ah-ah)
Goin' through that jet but with my friends, I got that Yak on me (Ah, ah, ah-ah)

She arch her back and throw that ass like a boomerang (Throw it back)
Clique of bad bitches poppin' pussy, that's the Gucci gang (Gang, gang)
Booty hangin' out her shorts, she dressin' like a hoochie mane
Popped this hundred back, and I'ma f*ck her like a Superman
I'm flyer than a bitch (Yeah, yeah)
Casamigos got me out my mind in this bitch (Yeah)
And I keep gettin' better like some wine in this bitch (Yeah)
The only thing I love with drink I time in this bitch (Oh)
Shawty got some back (Oh)
Keep me comin' back (Oh)
I treat her like a snack (Oh)
I need to put it in (Oh)
Cut the people out of business, got to keep it under raps
Better keep that money comin' 'cause it keep a nigga amped

I'm amped up and I'm in here doin' a grave digger
Hope you ain't pull up to my show, you ain't brought ya case with ya
We in the backend full of dope, we snap up gang pictures
Play and you won't make it to the door, better hit the floor, you gon' get stained with 'em
Shawty goin' crazy, hit it and she throwin' all that ass on me
I'm in here with the murder babies, with that sack on me
Baow, I'm doin' my dance, don't try to act on me
Goin' through that jet but with my friends, I got that Yak on me

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Head Busted

We in this bitch, you already know (Runnin' in it, runnin' in it)
(Skeeo!, you crazy)
Uh Uh, Top, baow, huh
Take a look in my eyes and tell me, what do you see?
A nigga got no love and never have no peace
I got it straight out the mud
I come straight out the street (Yeah)

Them people on me, talkin' 'bout Feds in the city (Feds in the city)
I stand on business, so, they out to get me
They don't like that I got plenty millions (That I got plenty millions)
I'm talkin' bout cutthroat to the meat show
Every nigga that you see run with' me (Cutthroat to the meat show)
I got that whole thing isolated from Salt Lake to my city (You know that)
Bitch I'm drawin' down don't play me 'fore I put somethin' in ya fitted (Lil' boy, look)
Buckin Mills Kansas City, I get around on you bitches (I get around)
Listen to Rilla, Gotti in prison, come in my cell and kiss me (Huh, what?)
Hol' up thottie-ottie mami, I like violence and semis, I'm dangerous

Green rag committee, I'm bangin'
Car with' no slingers but swangin'
Pop-out get Top, what you thinkin'? (Ah-ah)
Bitch you know it's murder gang (Murder gang)
Stalk all night we murder men (Murder men)
Pray all night then make that money
Not 'round 'cause they ain't elevate
They the same and I'm the one who changed (Check 'em off, check 'em- Check 'em off)

All that lame shit get you f*cked up (Yeah)
Bitch if you miss (Nigga) just know your luck up (Know your luck up)
(Look, look) You'll get your motherf*ckin' water cut and all your partners head bust
Lil' boy, you don't wan' start with' us

I'm official
I'll mask down behind my nigga, keep a pistol
Got the industry and my whole town want to kill me
Bitch I'm cutthroat, to my opp and sure, I don't f*ck with' gremlins
I'm a demon, pallbearer, gravediggin' f*ck with' me (Woah)
Real nigga status, big dog shit, need a big dog bitch
Now I know you know (And believe me, y'all niggas know that)
We don't got to go to no store (Uh, uh, they know we don't)
They gon' bring that shit (Yeah), I buy lots of expensive things (Uh-huh)
I'm talkin' 'bout clothes and diamonds for her wrist

Green rag committee, I'm bangin'
Car with' no slingers but swangin'
Pop-out get Top, what you thinkin'? (Ah-ah)
Bitch you know it's murder gang (Baow, baow, baow)
Stalk all night we murder men (Baow)
Pray all night then make that money (Baow)
Not 'round 'cause they ain't elevate
They the same and I'm the one who changed (Check 'em off, check 'em- Check 'em off)

All that lame shit get you f*cked up (Huh-huh)
Bitch if you miss (Nigga) just know your luck up (Know your luck up)
(Look, look) You'll get your motherf*ckin' water cut and all your partners head bust
Lil' boy, you don't want start with' us

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No Alarm

(That's Vade on the keys)

Dope, dope, dope, dope
I told her, "Don't tell nothin'"
She wouldn't be with me I ain't have nothin'
I told her that she don't love me
Up and she moved on, she see that I'm still thuggin'
Smokin' Dros calm my nerves down
I hope I don't hear my alarm
You niggas won't leave out my home
Protect my family with these dirty guns
You niggas know you dead wrong

You niggas know you dead wrong now
For all that soldier, hatin' you been doin'
Had a few f*ck ups, but, I showed the kids how to do it
Now they sayin' an influence
Found another thorough way for to do it
I done found my way in this game, paid, left and came into it
A wealthy man, but a f*ckin' shame how he doped up, the f*ck he doin'?
Livin' life like I'm on my own, they don't know what's wrong
A snake my symbol, that mean I'm a type of nigga, cutthroat to the bone
Better get your ass on with' that pussy shit always actin like somethin' wrong
Dick holdin' ass nigga always tryna make a nigga put 'em on
I won't give him a bone
Treat the rap game like the dope, so tell the label I ain't takin' no shorts
I'm thuggin' in this bitch, a sign of pure ignorance, but a businessman at heart
And I'm chillin', ready for this shit to get shiggity
I'ma make the daylight out of dark
I'ma leave the scene and spin back around and kill that boy so nobody saw
How you love that Playboy? Know I bang hard, rock n' roll with' guitars
Into the venue, strapped up with' my rocket, and I got that choppa in the car
I end you nigga, you'll make me pop you want war with' my boy
Shooter name, "Big E," he tote that choppa and he come straight out of Cedar (Shh)
I better not hear nothin' in my home
Got my daughter in this house, you niggas know you dead wrong
No, you will not make it out, cut your f*ckin' throat
Come on let's get it on, hide my girl and daughter and tell her silent her phone, nigga

Dope, dope, dope, dope
I told her, "Don't tell nothin'"
She wouldn't be with me I ain't have nothin'
I told her that she don't love me
Up and she moved on, she see that I'm still thuggin'
Smokin' Dros calm my nerves down
I hope I don't hear my alarm
You niggas won't leave out my home
Protect my family with these dirty guns
You niggas know you dead wrong

---

Hard

(feat. Shy Glizzy)

(TJ Produced It)

I look like a dealer from the way I put it on
Mike Amiri denim and I'm strapped up with that chrome, woah
Whack somethin' for my nigga E, he tell me he ain't know
I'm a motherf*ckin' villain, and I'm straight from out that Nawf
Bitch, I got my rod, ain't slippin', hard, tried doubtin' me
Hard, I'm bringin' it, shoot at they squad, they fallin' down
Hard, I'm gettin' it, hard, they watchin' me
Hard, I'm glistenin' (Woah, woah, woah, woah)

Hustle hard just for this Rollie, hustle hard for that Patek
Make it hard behind my brodie, kill them boys inside they sets
So many millions I flood my woman, like what the f*ck I do with this?
Outside your show, I sent my youngins, soon as it end bitch you get blitzed (Baow, baow)
I aim and shoot straight at your clique (Bap, bap, bap)
Red dot, headshot (Bap, bap, bap)
He jumped out on 'em, dead now, he callin', I just play it off
Run down, take your shit, get your head blown, a letdown
Rich as f*ck, they mad huh, they just wanna see my head blown

I look like a dealer from the way I put it on
Mike Amiri denim and I'm strapped up with that chrome, woah
Whack somethin' for my nigga E, he tell me he ain't know
I'm a motherf*ckin' villain, and I'm straight from out that Nawf
Bitch, I got my rod, ain't slippin', hard, tried doubtin' me
Hard, I'm bringin' it, shoot at they squad, they fallin' down (Bap)
Hard, I'm gettin' it, hard, they watchin' me (Yeah)
Hard, I'm glistenin' (Woah, woah, woah, woah)

They like, "Glizzy, where you been?" I'm with them lions in the den (Oh)
You say you in the trenches, but you lyin', nigga, when? (When?)
I had to shoot at my cousin, he an opp, that ain't my kin (Goddamn)
If it ever comes down to it, I'll do that shit again (Goddamn, goddamn)
Bitch, they call me Iron Man when I be in the South (Oh)
But I thought I was a blind man, I'd never seen a job (Never)
Trey-7, 4KTrey (Trey-7), lil' bitch, we creepin' down (Yeah)
37, 38 (Oh), you know them be my lions (Oh, oh, oh)
I just bought me a thousand out of them bitches, caught a ticket (Woo)
I'm gon' make at least 2.5, that's straight up out them trenches (Five)
I got a nigga who popped outside and I nicknamed him midget (Skrrt)
If a nigga disrespect this shit, we gon' kill him, leave no witness (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

I look like a dealer from the way I put it on
Mike Amiri denim and I'm strapped up with that chrome, woah
Whack somethin' for my nigga E, he tell me he ain't know
I'm a motherf*ckin' villain, and I'm straight from out that Nawf
Bitch, I got my rod, ain't slippin', hard, tried doubtin' me
Hard, I'm bringin' it, shoot at they squad, they fallin' down
Hard, I'm gettin' it, hard, they watchin' me
Hard, I'm glistenin' (Woah, woah, woah, woah)

---

More Wheezy

(Wheezy outta here)
These nigga lame then a motherf*cker
Free my thug, my nigga, Wheezy, more Wheezy
What it is?
Uh, uh, uh

Got suit up for court, how you go about that? (Yeah)
You can't straight these hoes, that one thing, just know that (Know that, know that)
Can't steal my style, I'm wild, got to post in the jungle just for my swag (Just for my swag)
Straight to my bank, I don't get it in cash
Hit at your mans and I switch out my mag' (Grr)

Y'all niggas ain't catchin' up with me, all this talk (Talk)
Plan on ridin' my wave? We gon' load up with Ks (Bap)
And, my youngins tsunami the block (Woo)
Got a VVS stone on all of my kids
Then somethin' just told me, "Stop" (Yeah)
Just say, "Top, don't stop" (Uh-uh)
I got them hundreds fallin' off the edge
Grab on her wig, I'm pullin' off her edges (Bitch, yeah)
I went bought new image straight out the dentist
I can't stop the reppin', keep the dead in my mentions
We don't talk, detectives tryna hand us a sentence
I got sonic jets to get me from the Magnolia
Make sure they hear me clear all through your city (Yeah)
Play with her cat, she f*ck up inside my Bentley (Hold up, wow, wow)
Play with that sack, got to run it through that and I get it (Wow, wow)
We 'bout to come for the high, ten million
We slimin', we grimin', we come up from robbin'
And, every lil' thing that I said, bitch, I meant (I meant)
No understandin' with half my women
She know I'm a boss, and I cut her right off (Uh)
Startin' shit at my house with half of my bitches, she trippin' (Uh, uh)

Got suit up for court, how you go about that? (Yeah)
You can't straight these hoes, that one thing, just know that (Know that, know that)
Can't steal my style, I'm wild, got to post in the jungle just for my swag (Just for my swag)
Straight to my bank, I don't get it in cash
Hit at your mans and I switch out my mag' (Grr)
Got suit up for court, how you go about that? (Yeah)
You can't straight these hoes, that one thing, just know that (Know that, know that)
Can't steal my style, I'm wild, got to post in the jungle just for my swag (Just for my swag)
Straight to my bank, I don't get it in cash
Hit at your mans and I switch out my mag' (Grr)

Cannot do no clonin' me, move to astonishment
Since I'm holdin' the trenches, f*ck it
I got the economy movin' on side of me
Cause they know that I got 'em and thuggin'
I was breakin' and enterin', me and my cousin
Now, I got the remedy, chemistry, [?]
They thought that they knew I'd fumble (They thought)
Put the bitch in the whole, do no clubbin'
Burnin' off rubber in winter to summer
Workin' on something, I'm winnin' this summer (Skrrt, skrrt)
See the print on my hip, that that blick, play with' Llama
We kill you, what they gon' run say to your mama
Can't tell 'em one thing, we might spray up your funeral
I don't like to get even, I'm really a general
Don't send me on beats, I'm not spittin' on nothin'
F*ck with my niggas, Wheezy, more Wheezy (Wheezy outta here)

Got suit up for court, how you go about that? (Yeah)
You can't straight these hoes, that one thing, just know that (Know that, know that)
Can't steal my style, I'm wild, got to post in the jungle just for my swag (Just for my swag)
Straight to my bank, I don't get it in cash
Hit at your mans and I switch out my mag' (Grr)

Wheezy, more Wheezy

---

Thug Nigga Story

(feat. E-40)

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
(Who made this shit?)
(TayTay made the beat)
That double cup poured up, you hear me?

Lean, lean, lean, I drink pure codeine
Don't care what you think, I can't quit my lean
And if you do leave, I'ma drink 'til I'm sleep, yeah (Oh-oh, oh)
Double cup I filled with mud, you know I'm poured up (Yeah, yeah)
Sippin' deuce, it's for my thugs, it's ugly, no one I can trust, it's deadly
Touch me, bust it, straight to heaven
Why I send that pussy boy?
Oh, you ain't make it in, well, f*ck your friend, it's up to you and God
In that car wit' stolen rods, do a drill while on the bar
Wet the block that MAC-10, had 33 go rock the car

Oh, glory, glory
And this is my thug nigga story
Oh, sniff dope, oh God, my soul
I need you, now, I'm on my own
They call my phone, "I know you up in Salt Lake City, it won't be long until I kill you"
Alright, my boy

Alright, I'm ready for any nigga that want my fitted
For any nigga that wanna stretch me
Man it ain't safe, this shit get deadly
Wanna kill me, these niggas can't see me
They never gon' get me, they never gon' feel me
I'ma shoot it whenever I see you
Until I steal you, now that's real bitch

[E-40:]
I ain't about to mislead you 'cause I'ma game you up and I'ma teach ya (Teach ya)
I just got a fresh bottle of blessing oil from my preacher (Preacher)
Born and raised in the soil, drankin' drank and smokin' reefer
Where the zombies shoot the niggas between they toes, in between they fingers
I come from a broken home, nobody threw me a bone or gave me a loan, they wrong (They wrong)
I flourished on niggas and got to them riches
Now look at me, partner, I'm on
I'm givin' my God all the praise and the glory (Glory)
My part of the thug nigga story (Story)
My uncle, Saint Charles, taught me the game, he was my Berry Gordy
Tryna keep my head above choppy waters, my frame of mind is unbothered
The life that I live is lavish, a lot of rappers I've fathered
They call me E-40, the creator of Mangoscato ('Scato)
Earl Stevens, you can read my name on the bottle
You sippin' your potion? I'm sippin' my potion
You havin' your motion? I'm havin' my motion
Your foot on the gas? My foot on the gas
You smashin' and yolkin'? I'm smashin' and yolkin'
You poppin' your Ps? You makin' your rounds?
You checkin' your traps? You pushin' your pounds?
Your stackin' your racks? You holdin' it down?
You livin' your raps? You known in your town?
Double-fistin' and double-cuppin' the mud (In the mud)
A lot of my weeples is on white people drugs (People drugs)
Out here in the octagon, in the smudge (Streets)
Where the cherries say, "Hands up, don't budge" (Police)

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
Oh, glory, glory
And this is my thug nigga story
Oh, sniff dope, oh God, my soul
I need you, now, I'm on my own
They call my phone, "I know you up in Salt Lake City, it won't be long until I kill you"
Alright, my boy

---

With Us

(Beat Execs)
(MercyBeatz, nigga)
(DrellOnTheTrack)

Look, they don't wanna bang with us (They don't wanna bang with us)
Armed, and we dangerous (Yeah)
I say I can make a rapper go to sleep by doin' one thing (Yeah, one thing)
Look, bitch, get yo' head bust (Baow), from tryna play with us
Get the picture, catch 'em flip 'em, we leave stains and don't leave names (Okay, yeah)

Headshot 'em, the police find him (Yeah), see his brain right on side him (Bang, bang)
Shit, nigga what's poppin'? What's the problem? He wan' get at my partner (Shit, what it is?)
We gon' spin the whole whip, tell that bitch, "Get this chopper" (Brrt, brrt)
Respect the game you go too far and we gon' hit at yo' mama
Don Dada 'round the set and keep that TEC where I roam (Yeah)
At six, ain't want go to school
At seven smokin' on strong (I'm smokin' on strong)
At eight, we breakin' in homes
I snatch a purse then ran out (I snatch a purse then ran out)
Bang anything, we get down
And bitch, I'm straight out that Nawf, nigga, what? (Yeah, yeah)
It could be bulletproof, we still gon' spray the tour bus (Yeah, yeah)
I won't do what you wan' do, don't talk just let the tools bust (Yeah, yeah)
My lil' nigga chewed, he got his strap and bitch he bootin' up (Uh-huh?)
Let's go get at dude girl, he say that he gon' shoot at us (What? What?)

Look, they don't wanna bang with us (They don't wanna bang with us)
Armed, and we dangerous (Yeah)
I say I can make a rapper go to sleep by doin' one thing (Yeah, one thing)
Look, bitch, get yo' head bust (Baow), from tryna play with us
Get the picture, catch 'em flip 'em, we leave stains and don't leave names (Okay, yeah)

Strapped down, they in that rental, get ready to spin on my set, don't play on, "Go" (Yeah, yeah)
Bringin' my brother, we zippin', don't play with my nigga, I think they must not know (Uh, uh)
I don't f*ck 'round with these niggas even though she askin' and I know she know (Let's go, let's go)
Opp ass ho gon' be the next one I hook on top that fishin' pole
Lame ass nigga get gunned down with his pants down, can't run, take his soul
Out the window, Lil Dee bust now
Hit the front seat, swerve 'em off the road
F*ck these broke ass niggas 'cause they all hoes (All hoes)
I just wanna see these bitches all go, I hope they know

Look, they don't wanna bang with us (They don't wanna bang with us)
Armed, and we dangerous (Yeah)
I say I can make a rapper go to sleep by doin' one thing (Yeah, one thing)
Look, bitch, get yo' head bust (Baow), from tryna play with us
Get the picture, catch 'em flip 'em, we leave stains and don't leave names (Okay, yeah)

They don't wanna bang with us (They don't wanna bang with us)
Armed, and we dangerous (Yeah)
I say I can make a rapper go to sleep by doin' one thing (This Nawfside, 38, 4KTrey)
Look, bitch, get yo' head bust from tryna play with us (Bitch ass nigga, who gon' die today?)
Get the picture, catch 'em flip 'em, we leave stains and don't leave names
They don't wanna bang with us (They don't wanna bang with us)
Armed, and we dangerous (Yeah)
I say I can make a rapper go to sleep by doin' one thing (Huh, one thing, nigga)
Look, bitch, get yo' head bust from tryna play with us (Baow)
Get the picture, catch 'em flip 'em, we leave stains and don't leave names (Okay)