Don't Try This At Home Album Lyrics by Young Boy Never Broke Again

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Big Truck

(NeilaWorld)
Uh, look, look, look, huh, huh

Sick of bitch niggas from the city with that rappin'
Huh, they know I make it happen, I ain't rappin'
Uh, uh, I'm on dope pack, bitch, and I'm actin'
Yeah, he'll diss me, bitch, and I smashed him
Pop your top with that, it's up and stashed, it can't sow back together
Bitch, I do you dirty, come through swervin' with that black Beretta
Rolling Loud, one million dollar cash, what 'bout Coachella?
I want that shit that make you flash 'cause it smoke better
Racks on a nigga, ho, racks, I just do it better
Racks, that lil' nigga broke, I put his ass on top the stretcher
I'll rob you on the second time I met you, bitch
Talk 'bout beefin', when I meet you, greet you with a blitz

Man, I hate a pussy nigga
Huh, I once had to shoot a pussy nigga
Huh, pussy boy, I see you lookin', nigga
I had them young niggas in your yard waitin' in your bushes, nigga
Youngin pop out wavin' with the rod and he tryna cook a nigga
I'ma act bad and I'm gon' flash off thesе dirty jiggas
Get in my feelings 'bout my cousin and we murder niggas
I'ma gеt him zipped straight off the rip, that's if he swervin' with you
Claim that he red, know who he is, you got 'em servin' with you
I'm a big truck, what?
Roll off them pills inside the field, I cannot slip up
We don't give no f*cks, nigga play, we tryna kill somethin'
Tryna get my dick sucked, tell lil' mama, "Let me feel somethin'"

I really be doin' them things that them niggas 'personatin'
Them pussy niggas, they ain't 'bout nothin' and they some soldier hatin'
I'll rob you, bitch, I'll shoot you, bitch, I'll jack you out your paper
Take all my chains off, jumped in with five, I'm tryna face 'em
I don't trust no bitch, no
I know that that ho gon' f*ck on anybody lit around
Know I'm with that shit, come from that trench, pullin' kick doors
They won't let me ball, they wanna see a nigga fall down
Want me to help 'em out or slit my throat because they been broke

Man, I hate a pussy nigga
Huh, I once had to shoot a pussy nigga
Huh, pussy boy, I see you lookin', nigga
I had them young niggas in your yard waitin' in your bushes, nigga
Youngin pop out wavin' with the rod and he tryna cook a nigga
I'ma act bad and I'm gon' flash off these dirty jiggas
Get in my feelings 'bout my cousin and we murder niggas
I'ma get him zipped straight off the rip, that's if he swervin' with you
Claim that he red, know who he is, you got 'em servin' with you
I'm a big truck, what?
Roll off them pills inside the field, I cannot slip up
We don't give no f*cks, nigga play, we tryna kill somethin'
Tryna get my dick sucked, tell lil' mama, "Let me feel somethin'"

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Mr Gaulden

Ayy, what you on four?
Hah, hmm (Woah)
F*ck they on? Lil Top
4KT, we put guns to the face, who gon' die today

See you got them youngins pistol sparkin' and you ballin', Mr. Gaulden, yeah, yeah
Yeah, these bitches on you, they want you to be they father, yeah, yeah
Know me, let them spin up 'bout my brother Charger, yeah, yeah
F*ck 'round wit' these niggas, I want all the problems, yeah, yeah

Maybe I can't even leave the crib, but I'm flossin'
They been tryna find out where you been, Mr. Gaulden
Baby, I'm with XO drinkin' sip, stop that callin'
Baby, I been f*ckin' up my drip, I'm so awesome
Made her bend it over, then I buss it open
I'm a f*ckin' soldier, and they think I'm so Magnolia
I'm from Northside, and they know I slump shit over
Let them talk 'bout me, just watch my feet, or I'm gon' flip shit over

Bitch, I'm NBA, so 4KT, bitch, act like you ain't notice
Know you see 'em dead, how my youngin' rollercoast 'em
Point that blick right at your head, .45, better not test that corner
Baow, baow, run down on 'em, baow, baow
Not many on the other corner
Had to put them hitters on 'em, ski'd up, we ain't got Corona
I might pull up in a Hummer, like I'm mothaf*ckin' Stunna
Like I'm XO, take your ho, I flip her, pass her to my youngin'
I got too much f*ckin' money, and they know I spend it on somethin', yeah
I ain't talkin' cashin' out, gravedigger, know they drag him out, let's go
And I'm so manly now, ain't been gettin' into it wit' my mammy now
'Cause I got my own house, own car, big charm
Nigga, check this AP out, pussy boy

Maybe I can't even leave the crib, but I'm flossin'
They been tryna find out where you been, Mr. Gaulden
Baby, I'm with XO drinkin' sip, stop that callin'
Baby, I been f*ckin' up my drip, I'm so awesome
Made her bend it over, then I buss it open
I'm a f*ckin' soldier, and they think I'm so Magnolia
I'm from Northside, and they know I slump shit over
Let them talk 'bout me, just watch my feet, or I'm gon' flip shit over

Tell me how you been, Mr. Gaulden, I'm rich as hell
Tell me how you been, Mr. Gaulden, don't say Kentrell
This bitch tried to ask me 'bout her friend, then my phone fell
I been tryna calm down all my friends, the opps gon' tell
I been on that Don P, not gin, watch who you tell
Bitch, I got from off that boy, that's what you should go and tell
Bitch, I grew up sellin' hard, now the labels clientele
Bitch, I grew up real hard, show them I could never fail
Slimes trailin' me wit' rods, why? 'Cause I ain't gotta tell
Bitch, and you gon' tuck your tail, 'cause I know you soft as hell (Bah, bah)
Tell me what's that smell, deadmen, go to hell
Call me Mr. Gaulden, bitch, long as you don't say Kentrell

Maybe I can't even leave the crib, but I'm flossin'
They been tryna find out where you been, Mr. Gaulden
Baby, I'm with XO drinkin' sip, stop that callin'
Baby, I been f*ckin' up my drip, I'm so awesome

Ah, you already know what it is, man
Ayy, this YoungBoy, man, Mr. Gaulden
Ayy, this Lil Top, whatever you want call me
Just don't call me Kentrell, don't call me broke, you heard me
And don't mix me wit' that pussy ass shit, 'cause these niggas hoes
Believe that, nigga
Ayy, it's a XO Lifestyle, baby
I made her bend it over, then I buss it open
I'm a f*ckin' soldier, and they think I'm so Magnolia, baby
But I'm Northside

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Take Down

(Ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?)
Out my body, out my body
Come on, uh, Top
Uh-uh-uh, bitch, yeah, Top, bitch
Uh-uh-uh, bitch, yeah, Top, bitch (What you on, nigga?)
Lil' slime, dawg

YoungBoy, YoungBoy, there go that lil' crazy motherf*cker
He a f*ckin' menace, and he say that all them bitches love him
In your purse, put that pole baby
Mini Draco cutter
I'm a hustilin', thuggin', menace, millions moutherf*cker
She wan' ride on me, oh, woah, woah, woah
And I had ten minutes to put some clothes on, that's a no-no
No-no, pussy, that's a no-no
I can't stand through it, I say, "Takedown"

She just wanna say she f*ckin' on a player (On a player)
She a diamond, wrap that bitch just like a bale (Like a bale)
That my ho then that my ho, I'm just too real
I turn her up, and she ain't comin' back for real
She gon' make it pop, pop and drop down for me
She might buy a hot Glock and drop it off to me
I'ma make a pint drop for real, I ain't playin'
I turn on that TV, see your face on the news
I put that tec in that bitch bag, and, bitch, I got two
I ain't finna fight you, pussy nigga, I'ma shoot you
I just wanna go in and buy my frisker
Thirty round drum, show you what it do
Nigga, you dumb, I don't f*ck with you
And that ho you with not cool
And, I'm poppin' these bands, and poppin' these tags, for real, nigga
Nigga, I'm gettin' these hoes, takin' off they head, like kill, nigga
Nigga, I get in that mode, make them young niggas drill, now, drill nigga
Nigga that ain't my body, ain't my body, I'm too real, nigga
Tryna act like me, the f*ck is wrong with this pussy boy?
Buyin' all of the switches, you act wrong, you get that whoopin', boy
F*ck wrong wit' these niggas, I get shit brackin', ain't nothin' crackin', boy
Jump out the whip blastin', head, I crack it, that's a stolen car

YoungBoy, YoungBoy, there go that lil' crazy motherf*cker
He a f*ckin' menace, and he say that all them bitches love him
In your purse, put that pole baby
Mini Draco cutter
I'm a hustilin', thuggin', menace, millions moutherf*cker
She wan' ride on me, oh, woah, woah, woah
And I had ten minutes to put some clothes on, that's a no-no
No-no, pussy, that's a no-no
I can't stand through it, I say, "Takedown"

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By Myself

(Say Ten)
Aye, Free DDawg
Free BaBa, hah
(Turn me up, Silk)

I was too high from off that mojo, couldn't record, but now I'm up now
I don't f*ck around wit' none of them lil boys, I put 'em up now
Got five for a show, now it's five hundred, bitch I'm up now
Hit the block, see if the cops left, they gone, now, let me bust now
I be aimin' at his head, 'til his body fall down
You know I be rollin' hard, can't let my body turn down
Pistols out in front the yard, In the North it's goin' down
PawPaw told me for to stop, he don't like that shit around
But I need it though, know that I'm gon' keep it, so, okay
I'm a demon soul, I can't let 'em take my soul, okay
She a sadity bitch, YoungBoy need a ratchet ho
Who gon' trip, gon' bounce that ass and make it touch the floor
I do jail time, go to fightin' on the line
I'm on front street, wit' a drum inside a dirty nine
I got pain inside my eyes, from all this f*ckin' cryin'
My grandma raised me as a man, but then I came out slime
My momma say, "Bitch, you a thug, better not change up now"
Birdmane say, "It's nothin' but love" I say, "Forever five"
I'm a gravedigger, 4KT, blood, you know what that symbolize?
Dead bodies, bullets flyin', cash, cars on big tires
Loaded, now I'm on one, play and I'm gon' show one
Know I got mines, bitch go get your gun
Or you'll probably be the one sleep
Cause you know once you try to touch me
All the slimes around me gon' dump
Retarded bitch, I go dumb
You can hear this cutter way from Southern

I'm in my ride by myself, I got my Glock out
And as soon as some shit pop off I'm gone rock out (You know that, nigga)
I'm loaded, high by myself, I'm rollin' right now
Full of mojo talkin' to the devil, he say to knock your lights out
Klonopin's hoe, I'm on 10, XO
I'm on Casamigo, mix it wit' tobacco
Hol' on, that's a dirty hoe
Yeah, she straight up out the North
And I like the way she talk and she like the way I flow, yeah

I'm retarded as the f*ck and they already know
The doctor prescribed me Ritalin, and I never took it, no
Mama tried put it in my pancakes, said "I ain't hungry, no"
I was hyper than a motherf*cka, bouncin' head to toe, huh
Break in yo shit, come through your window on my tippy toes
Me and Meechy stealing your TV to sell it for some smoke
Me and Big B in a ATV, he flipped it on the road
Drop my Glock, police pull up then I took off, bitch I'm gone
He a felon there, always up in trouble 'bout some dumb shit
He a millionaire, don't tell me 'bout "Don't spend it" cause this my shit
Hold on, get in there, I'm gon' go to jiggin' soon as the drugs hit
He get split in there, better watch who you be motherf*ckin' muggin'
I'm in a Cutlass wit' my cousin Meechy, streets caught up I'm thuggin'
We stop for gas, to fill it up, if we meet up it turn out ugly
Can't smoke no gas to fill me up, but you know that my cup is muddy
Night time, follow 'em by myself, I'm in my whip, this bitch gon' swerve

I'm in my ride by myself, I got my Glock out
And as soon as some shit pop off I'm gone rock out (You know that ,nigga)
I'm loaded, high by myself, I'm rollin' right now
Full of mojo talkin' to the devil, he say to knock your lights out
Klonopin's hoe, I'm on 10, XO
I'm on Casamigo, mix it wit' tobacco
Hol' on, that's a dirty hoe
Yeah, she straight up out the North
And I like the way she talk and she like the way I flow, yeah

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Out Nothing

Woah-oh
Woah-oh(Say, 10)
(Slickk, you made this one)
(Run it, run it, run it)
(Skeeo, you're crazy)

And she banging my line, picking my mind
Ho don't you try, not this time
Ain't coming up off of my grind
Look, boy, you best keep your iron
Keep your head up, you'll be fine
The whole world been looking for slime
They can't wait to see me this time

Going in with the same niggas, dead in in the north, I bang with 'em
Head cold, I was broke, came up with some money, know that beef ain't nothin', left stains with 'em
Been knew that I'd be that nigga ever since I was little
Me and DDawg on the bus going to Capitol middle
I'm important so I got two security with me
But you know I'm still toting on that strap in the middle
Don't shoot for a nigga, best believe I'ma send 'em
Every night on my knees, best believe I'm a sinner
Blowing up my phone stuntin' like she feel me
But, I know she got a nigga
No, these hoes just want me buy her dope
Oh no, I just poured a four, she gon' watch me drink it slow
Sweet, lean, lean, lean, I'm 'bout secret things
Help what's inside of me, shawty keep riding me
Sweet, lean, lean, lean I keep you on side of me
They tryna pull on side of me, just to put that fire on me
Oh, your love
It give me a rush, now this the love for a thug
Now look, I don't wanna rush, 'cause I don't know how to love
She wanna drink my cough syrup, she wanna drink my potion
They ain't got no motion, they just want me to notice them
Blow on them, blow up them
Attention that they seeking, can't throw no brick and hide, I know it's him
The f*ck this nigga think, his ho she

She banging my line, picking my mind
Ho don't you try, not this time
Ain't coming up off of my grind
Look, boy, you best keep your iron
Keep your head up, you'll be fine
The whole world been looking for slime
They can't wait to see me this time

Aight, for sure, just hit me back
Nah, hit me back when you get from with your pussy-ass boyfriend
I'm just f*cking with you, slime
Woah-oh

I'll start a war all about my bitch
I made sure her wrist like mine, yeah
I've just been sittin' time and time and
Like should I just leave or show my hand?

I'ma get the bitch on drugs, hmm
I'ma make the bitch drink mud, hmm
I'ma kick the bitch out the club, hmm
I'ma make the bitch get flood, yeah
I'ma make the bitch make racks
I'ma show the bitch get money

I'ma tell you once, I ain't stuntin'
I'ma make the bitch out nothin'
I like the way that she dress and she nod
And she turn me up, when she part of the booth
She got the drop, got 'em dropped
I was puttin' my faith in that bitch and she got me to you
She the one bought me the mop
And I gave it to youngin, I told 'em just for to "go shoot"
F*ck every nigga that's in it
Just hit it, and hit it, like f*ck it, and tear up the room
He got the static, that boom
I got the bitch and she drinkin' on red
I got the bitch on boom, makin' it boom, other side of the stu'
Youngin my gunner, he know what he do
Shorty my shorty, I tell her "Come through"
Body five star, leave that bitch in the room
I gotta nother set that's comin' through
She want a Percocet, put her on two
Xanax ain't workin', yeah, I want K2
I go to war 'bout that bitch, I'll do
Pull up, jump out with that stick and I shoot
Go to war about my bitch, sneak out 'bout my wifey
I flood her, she like it, keep her out clothes

I'ma get the bitch on drugs, hmm
I'ma make the bitch drink mud, hmm
I'ma kick the bitch out the clubs
I go to war with that bitch, what it do?
I'ma get the bitch on mud, hmm
I'ma kick the bitch out the clubs
I'ma make the bitch get flood, yeah
I'ma make the bitch make racks
I'ma show the bitch get money

I go to war about my bitch
I made sure her wrist like mine, yeah
I've just been sittin' time and time and
Like should I just leave or show my hand?

I'ma get the bitch on drugs, hmm
I'ma make the bitch drink mud, hmm
I'ma kick the bitch out the club, hmm
I'ma make the bitch get flood, yeah
I'ma make the bitch make racks
I'ma show the bitch to get money
Know that I'ma tell that ho' one time
I'ma make the bitch off nothin'

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Bangin My Line

(Say, 10)
(Slickk, you made this one)
(Run it, run it, run it)
(Skeeo, you're crazy)

And she banging my line, picking my mind
Ho don't you try, not this time
Ain't coming up off of my grind
Look, boy, you best keep your iron
Keep your head up, you'll be fine
The whole world been looking for slime
They can't wait to see me this time

Going in with the same niggas, dead in in the north, I bang with 'em
Head cold, I was broke, came up with some money, know that beef ain't nothin', left stains with 'em
Been knew that I'd be that nigga ever since I was little
Me and DDawg on the bus going to Capitol middle
I'm important so I got two security with me
But you know I'm still toting on that strap in the middle
Don't shoot for a nigga, best believe I'ma send 'em
Every night on my knees, best believe I'm a sinner
Blowing up my phone stuntin' like she feel me
But, I know she got a nigga
No, these hoes just want me buy her dope
Oh no, I just poured a four, she gon' watch me drink it slow
Sweet, lean, lean, lean, I'm 'bout secret things
Help what's inside of me, shawty keep riding me
Sweet, lean, lean, lean I keep you on side of me
They tryna pull on side of me, just to put that fire on me
Oh, your love
It give me a rush, now this the love for a thug
Now look, I don't wanna rush, 'cause I don't know how to love
She wanna drink my cough syrup, she wanna drink my potion
They ain't got no motion, they just want me to notice them
Blow on them, blow up them
Attention that they seeking, can't throw no brick and hide, I know it's him
The f*ck this nigga think, his ho she

She banging my line, picking my mind
Ho don't you try, not this time
Ain't coming up off of my grind
Look, boy, you best keep your iron
Keep your head up, you'll be fine
The whole world been looking for slime
They can't wait to see me this time

Aight, for sure, just hit me back
Nah, hit me back when you get from with your pussy-ass boyfriend
I'm just f*cking with you, slime

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Rear View

(feat. Mariah The Scientist)

Why you treat me like I don't mean nothin at all to you
Just like I'm a nobody
But f*ck you for nobody
Why you trippin and I ain't do nothin at all to you
Every time you gotta leave
You just get so toxic

She grillin me
She leaving
Cause she know I could change
But know I won't for her

She got my name tatted
Then 3 weeks later
I gave her money
She left the house
Then text a paragraph bout how she done

We ain't never had no one on one
But maybe that's the problem though
Or maybe it's that nigga getting to you girl
I understand

How you downgrade me
I'm your man
Probably ain't got another man no way

She said I don't love her like I say
I could never trust her
This a shame

Hard to live life like XO
Runnin out of vibes
Steady pop my ex though
Watch it I be crushin my tech no
Lookin through the rear view
Tryin to make sure I don't die

Hussle and fight
But you don't wanna leave
Take a look in your eyes
I don't know what I see
You can't deny
There's some things you need and
My love is just one of those things
But

I should of let you go
Can't seem to lose control
Chased it for way too long
Yeah

Are you looking for me in the crowd
At your show
When you walked out
Know you wasn't gonna

Remember all the songs
I was off you're alone again
I'm heart broke I'm on my own
Again
He signing out and selling souls
F*ckin fans
And I won't put out
One in
Said you wanted love
But it don't make sense baby
Every thug need a girl
With a clip baby
Truth is
You know I know
You missin me
Baby

Hard to live life like XO
Runnin out of vibes
Steady pop my ex though
Watch it I be crushin my tech no
Lookin through the rear view
Tryin to make sure I don't die

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Hustle

Yeah
I was just goddamn, uh, I was just sittin' in here
Early in the mornin', it was like ten
And I was talkin' to my wife
And I was just sittin' there sayin' to myself
And I was like

Oh, I can't go like that, I can't lose
And I done made it where I'm at, from pistol swervin' in coupes
And I done been through so much pain, I can't patch up my bruise
I'm gon' drop me a mixtape and a album
I'm gon' get high as f*ck in the Phantom
I'm gon' mix it up wit' my brothers
Tell your mama, say that I love her, I'm gettin' rich on these motherf*ckers
And I'm gon' ball for who I love, and tell my grandfather I'm hustlin'
Tell 'em people that I make millions
You ain't even gotta tell 'em that I bust 'em

Go tell 'em I came up, had nothin', just had faith in my plan
Go tell 'em I come with no notice, they know that I'm chosen
Don't know it bitch, I'm the man
Grandma died, I lost my hand, and lost my love and all I need
Go tell 'em I cash out on coupes, I remember ridin' round in that Camry
We came, we hop out and ready to shoot
That nigga shot fifty, I popped at his top
And I knocked off his lil brother too
And I f*ck with lil' shorty and I trust in lil' shorty
I add me one more to the group
Try to hide from the cameras, they caught me on boot
My suit is Fendi, not wearin' no type Cartier on my eye
And Givenchy my shoe
Takin' a bitch up from out of the ride
Just a matter of time before I buy her one new
I'm not closin' my eyes, no snooze, no lie
I'm not closin' my eye on that bitch, I'm no fool
They gon' up with the fire, whenever I'm turnin' my back
I'll let the bitch slide 'round the whole town, inside a big Maybach
Probably get stabbed in my back, why you do it like that?
Take it a minute, I do it like that
Turn up the bass, how you do it like that?
Cartier, ayy, he do it like that
Tell me now how you do it like that
Bitch move wrong, she'll never come back
Cartier ring, I ain't do it like that
Fly out to Spain, I'll do it like that
One-million cash, I'ma do it like that
Nigga let it bang and his mom like that, I don't f*ck with these niggas
Five, big slime, I'ma get 'em all whacked, all I do is say "Slatt"
Ho' tryna slime me slime and I had to get her back
And you know I had to do it like that
Know I got a bag and they only wanna send me back
Nigga, don't touch my pack, I got K2 up inside of a pamper

Oh, I can't go like that, I can't lose
And I done made it where I'm at, from pistol swervin' in coupes
And I done been through so much pain that I can't patch up my bruise
Drop me a mixtape and a album
I'm gon' get high as f*ck in the Phantom
I'm gon' mix it up with my brothers
Tell your mama, say that I love her, I'm gettin' rich on these motherf*ckers
And I'm gon' ball for who I love, and tell my grandfather I'm hustlin'
Tell 'em people that I make millions
You ain't even gotta tell 'em that I bust 'em

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Morning

(D-Roc)

Bitch, I know I do that thing
Louis V, Track' Jeep, it ain't cheap
Diamond rings, Chrome Hearts, Prada me
Baby, this fit cost a key
Wireless key, baby wanna f*ck me
Thirty rounds in a .223, don't touch me
I just came through swervin', turned up with it and I'm f*cked up (Oh-oh-oh)
Had her in here swervin', drinkin', with it 'til she thrown up (Oh-oh-oh)
High in this bitch, hopin' morning don't come yet (Oh-oh-oh)
I wave this stick 'round and 'round 'til they run, yeah

If a bitch cross that line, if a bitch cross that line
I got these bitches in a line, I make 'em all drop a dime
Bitch, I had to turn that 'round, I was broke, I was down
'Til I went and ran back up them M's, tell that broke bitch, "You clown"
Pussy-ass nigga ain't touchin' my swag, you see? Yeah, yeah
Pull up, I pull up a new G-Wagon clean, bitch, yeah, yeah (Pow, pow, pow)
Ask your nigga
Tryna tell me he ain't say nothin', we can get active, nigga
F*ck you mean? I got blue racks inside my jacket, nigga
I like McLaren 'cause it's faster (Kick it, kick it, kick it, huh, wow, wow)
F*ck that waitin', she gon' take it, then I tell her go, go
Got with it, now the bitch grindin' on me slow
I'ma take your top off 'bout that fetti, bitch, gone, he gone
Buy designer switch for every bitch havin' sex in the room

Bitch, you know I do that thing
Louis V, Track' Jeep, it ain't cheap
Diamond ring, Chrome Hearts, Prada me
Baby girl, this fit a key
Wireless keys, baby wanna f*ck me
Thirty rounds in a .223, don't touch me
Strapped up, it ain't safe with me
Hit across your face with heat (Wow-wow, wow-wow)
Make her take it, then I tell her, "Go, go"
I just came through swervin', turned up with it and I'm f*cked up
Had her swervin' in this bitch and drinkin' 'til she thrown up
High in this bitch, hopin' morning don't come yet
I wave this stick 'round and 'round 'til they run, yeah

If a bitch get out of line

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Homicide Pt

Woah (Leor, light it up)
Lil Top, nigga
(Smoke)

Homicides, homicides, we know how to make mamas cry
Catch 'em 'fore he walk inside, baow, baow, blrrt
Crybaby, crybaby, walk down and we pull onside
F*ck wrong with the people? Talk crazy, YoungBoy, I say, "Terminate 'em"

F*ck wrong with them? I ain't wastin' none of my lean, are you crazy?
Had her pistol totin' on the scene, that's my baby
Four, five hoes 'round, three, five sticks too
I wanna know when these pussy niggas got like this though
Like why, why, pussy niggas lyin' like they want my soul?
All these niggas hoes, they all hoes, tell 'em f*ck that tension, I'ma make sure that they know
She said she don't smoke no dope, come with me, know what it is
Stay up out my f*ckin' house, this is not no place for kids
She tellin' me she love me
Bitch ain't poppin' pussy, she ain't stayin' over
Know I pop the pussy, ain't no layin' on me
Flawless diamonds, come and check the timin'
Baby know I'm grimy, ooh, baby know I'm slimy
Make that ho go buy lil' bro a stick
Just so I can tell him to shoot shit up inside this bitch
Pussy nigga, I say

Homicides, homicides, we know how to make mamas cry
Kill her child, kill her child, we make f*ckin' mamas cry
People tell you lots of things, but chopper bullets never lie
Never know who tellin' names, that's why they go to every side

Homicides, homicides, we know how to make mamas cry
Catch 'em 'fore he walk inside, baow, baow, blrrt
Crybaby, crybaby, walk down and we pull onside
F*ck wrong with the people? Talk crazy, YoungBoy, I say, "Terminate 'em"

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Cold Killers

Uh, mm, look

I'm the one who did it with my clique and I ain't f*ck with niggas
I'm that nigga straight up out that North and run with cold killers
I'm that boy that made 'em go whack four, I don't like those niggas (Aye Peewee killed the keys, huh?)
Got these hoes on my trail and you know I don't show no feelings (Bboy dripping that sauce)

I ain't alright, lil daddy
They tried to play me, tried to snake me and diss my life, lil daddy
And how I feel, you tried to take it
This a whole thirty clip, bitch, you gon' take it
I don't understand a war about some pussy niggas hatin'
Talk to my mama on a jake call, no bond, I had to lay down
I'm in a stolen whip while ridin' 'round
Me and Ten with a hundred rounds
Head bust, how that boy was found
Spray that strap, now turn in there
Tell 'em, "Get the f*ck up out my way 'cause it's my turn now"
Baby girl said I'm her favorite now, okay, I'm with that
I'm with DJ while he drunk and I'm still young, I still drink that
I'ma turn up when I come and when I leave up in a Maybach
Money comin' up in bundles, bitch, don't try me, I be on that
I'll dump that

I'm the one who did it with my clique and I ain't f*ck with niggas
I'm that nigga straight up out that North and run with cold killers
I'm that boy that made 'em go whack four, I don't like those niggas
Got these hoes on my trail and you know I don't show no feelings

I got the money counter, lil' baby up in Saint Laurent
We be wreckin' shit soon as I come, whole click straight dumb
Shoot the huh, fill it with the whole drum
Keep both of my pockets filled with money, they can't hold nothin'
Spin the bitch, I bet that we fold somethin', yeah
I ain't sparin' shit, spray it, f*ck the boy, my brother dead
Hundred thousand in my jacket pocket and I got on sweats
And you still can't f*ckin' tell if I was walkin' with that TEC
But you know I'm totin' fire
Tote dirty sticks and dirty nines
Hit 'em with that face shot, boaw, that's a cold smile
Caught that boy tryna leave his show, E-way, that's me slingin' iron
Wanna kill me, but they takin' time
Dumb stupid f*ck, I take his mind
Doofus

I'm the one who did it with my clique and I ain't f*ck with niggas
I'm that nigga straight up out that North and run with cold killers
I'm that boy that made 'em go whack four, I don't like those niggas
Got these hoes on my trail and you know I don't show no feelings

Youngin' turnt up on them jiggaboos, you know that he'll shoot at you
Ridin' in a coupe with my dude, that's North sider proof
We caught like two bodies, he a shotta, he'll step on you
They know what the f*ck we do, got a video, we shoot to shoot
Look, take his legs off, take his hands off, baow, baow
Whip my burner out, now he scared now, calm down
Rap-ass nigga gunned down, bitch, bang
Still got the top off when the sun down, bitch, we ain't the same

I'm the one who did it with my clique and I ain't f*ck with niggas
I'm that nigga straight up out that North and run with cold killers
I'm that boy that made 'em go whack four, I don't like those niggas
Got these hoes on my trail and you know I don't show no feelings

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WTF

(Ayo, Yetty, turn that shit up)
(Ayy, Dom)

Who the f*ck these niggas is?
Who the f*ck these bitches?
Who the f*ck these people are?
Tell 'em that we can't kick it

Ho inside they genes, I'm too real
I'ma get a nigga wacked behind these millions
Tryna get that ho from out her jeans and do criss-cross
Run a million dollars up, up inside these Raf Simons

The f*ck they think they playin' with?
Bitch, I make millions
I been plannin' on stackin' bands 'til my celin'
Thinkin' 'bout my lil' brother Kendell, I start ventin'
Need to call lil' brother Jay, he have bang outs with that glizzy
Most these niggas claim 4KTrey ain't even f*ckin' with me
Most these niggas gon' die today, if they try, know they can't get me
Who the f*ck all these new faces around inside my business?
I don't remember that face at all, they wasn't with me in the trenches
I don't remember them from my grandad house, I'm serious
They wasn't with me when I was hangin' out that car, this ain't realistic
Ballerina, we spinned the whole car, somethin' get spilled in it

Huh, I don't know who the f*ck these niggas is
Who the f*ck these bitches?
Huh, who the f*ck these people are?
Go tell 'em that we can't kick it

Ho inside they genes, I'm too real
I'ma get a nigga wacked behind these millions
Tryna get that ho from out her jeans and do criss-cross
Run me a million dollars up inside these Raf Simons (ayy, yo)

Cross YoungBoy, then you cross the Queen (Queen)
All them internet games turn boys to memes (memes)
Keep sleepin' on the team, we gon' pause your dreams
They want action, tell my niggas, "Cause a scene"
Fully active, I keep my shooters in the gym, nigga, practice
You bitches know it could get sticky like a cactus (cactus)
I'm the one that they tread like tractors
And still can't catch a break like fractures (like fractures)
I don't f*ck with them, I'm too real
Wanna be me, but just keep wishin' (keep wishin')
All up on the star, ho, I pinky swear, no matter what, you ain't winnin' (ain't winnin')

Who the f*ck is these bitches?
Who the f*ck these niggas is?
Who the f*ck these people are?
Tell 'em that we can't kick it

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Choppa Doctor

Huh, burn that bitch and do 'em bad, yeah
Lil' Top, I'm on his ass
Stolen Glocks inside this Jag', yeah
Ford-o-matic with that bag
They don't wanna see me bop, bitch
She could eat my cock, bitch
Hold on, clean a nigga block, they know I stay ridin' with that mop
Hold on, Forgiato's, beat her back and all that I know
Hold on, tell the backup pull upside and shoot the side-door
I ain't kill that boy, go ask his boys, for all that I know
I was countin' up plenty mula, like I hit the lotto
Hold on, dirty-ass baby mama, dirty-ass f*ckin' choppa
Dirty-ass f*ckin' nigga, I came up, straight from the bottom
Slimy-ass nigga, wack that boy in front of his f*ckin' mama
With that shit that I is, hit inside his head infront his todler
Diddy boppin', he got f*ckin' problems
Get on pills and start tweakin', he be f*ckin' wylin'
One get killed, he get even, put drums in them choppers
I want his life, you can't save him, 'cause I am the doctor

And I am the problem, and I am the issue
And I am the remedy, turn up with my nigga
I got the ratchetest bitches, come from rag to gas to riches
Went from fightin', then to killin', cool like Antifreeze, then blew the ceilin'
Got ahead of me, bitch, no you didn't, paper, I've been sippin' sealant
Hurstin', I've been lurkin', catch 'em workin' and I pop out with it
Where at, I'm gon' split his fitted, FIFA, bitch, no we can't kick it
Want it, 'fore I hit it, lick it, oh, lil bitch watch, I dive up in it
Divin' and he better not beat me, bet he not gon' see next season
Occasion, I got season in these heaters, this the hottest feastin'
MAC and it's small, but lethal, and I call this bitch Mac Mini
Record the boy, like Jason, think I'm Jason, when I'm masked up, nigga
F*ck it, they be hatin' slime, triple O got all kinds
Double O inside the clip, rollin' out, it's 'bout time
Bitch, you best respect my mind, them niggas from your project dyin'
When them hitta's go to slidin', catch him, hop out, walk him down

Huh, burn that bitch and do 'em bad, yeah
Lil' Top, I'm on his ass
Stolen Glocks inside this Jag', yeah
Ford-o-matic with that bag
They don't wanna see me bop, bitch
She could eat my cock, bitch
Hold on, clean a nigga block, they know I stay ridin' with that mop
Hold on, Forgiato's, beat her back and all that I know
Hold on, tell the backup pull upside and shoot the side-door
I ain't kill that boy, go ask his boys, for all that I know
I was countin' up plenty mula, like I hit the lotto
Hold on, dirty-ass baby mama, dirty-ass f*ckin' choppa
Dirty-ass f*ckin' nigga, I came up, straight from the bottom
Slimy-ass nigga, wack that boy in front of his f*ckin' mama
With that shit that I is, hit inside his head infront his todler
Diddy boppin', he got f*ckin' problems
Get on pills and start tweakin', he be f*ckin' wylin'
One get killed, he get even, put drums in them choppers
I want his life, you can't save him, 'cause I am the doctor

---

Trust Issues

(Timmy Da HitMan)

Bitch, you know that I don't trust you, huh
Grew up on the dark side, I got trust issues
I been turnt up, I been gone off jiggaboos, I been rollin'
Made it out, my boo, she seen I'm rude, she can't control me, yeah
Keep that bag on me
I got bad bitches, I just switched my swag on 'em
I'm tryna bring a fan with me
And I keep one tucked, I brought it in with me, uh, uh
Drinkin' on that lean, ain't got no Henn' in it

Bitch, you ain't dumb, you know I'm slumped
Extra guns inside the trunk, ask 'em that I keep me one
Throw one curve and I'm sendin' somethin'
Baby, I'm a real gangster, tell her find another one
I live in the mountain and I came from nothin'
Wan' throw that cat, then give me some
I'm fresh and she like the way I put it on
Hold up, whip it out, I put it on her
Bitch bark, I'ma get you niggas gone
Then go platinum on another song
Thug nigga and shorty be f*ckin' with me, I ain't givin' no f*ck 'bout a nigga
She ain't nothin' like me, she be f*ckin' with them niggas, every time she around, it's tension
Popped with no prescription
Every time I pop my shit, these pussy niggas mimic
On they neck, each second, minute
Try some shit, I shoot that glizzy
Bitch, go, now start, let's get it
Done ridin' with these dirty bitches
Might wan' f*ck every nigga with me

Bitch, you know that I don't trust you, huh
Grew up on the dark side, I got trust issues
I been turnt up, I been gone off jiggaboos, I been rollin'
Made it out, my boo, she seen I'm rude, she can't control me, yeah
Keep that bag on me
I got bad bitches, I just switched my swag on 'em
I'm tryna bring a fan with me
And I keep one tucked, I brought it in with me, uh, uh
Drinkin' on that lean, ain't got no Henn' in it

Want somethin', take somethin'
Shoot that stick, then break somethin'
Stop this bitch, then face somethin'
Not no regular day if I ain't makin' nothin'
With that ass, she stuntin'
She gon' make me pass, I see she money hungry
BD nothin', he see me, better not run up on me
33 got the pint sent, I might cop 'bout three of 'em from 'em
Boot off X, not Santan, he might turn to Rudolph on 'em
From this Ben, we wave the cross, 38, we have shootouts on it
Bitch, this ain't commercial housin', stuck for life, this public homin'
Dirty bitch won't come up off me, lyin' to me, she f*ckin' homie
I don't give no f*ck 'bout homie, bitch, I just don't want you 'round me
I'm in that North, I'm strapped with choppers, how the f*ck they found me?
She got me tatted, but takin' dick, one solid way to die on me

Bitch, you know that I don't trust you, huh
Grew up on the dark side, I got trust issues
I been turnt up, I been gone off jiggaboos, I been rollin'
Made it out, my boo, she seen I'm rude, she can't control me, yeah
Keep that bag on me
I got bad bitches, I just switched my swag on 'em
I'm tryna bring a fan with me
And I keep one tucked, I brought it in with me, uh, uh
Drinkin' on that lean, ain't got no Henn' in it

(Timmy Da HitMan)

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Run the Hood

(Beat Execs)
(MercyBeatz, nigga)
(K4ProducedIt)
Look, look

Mama, I wanna run the hood, I don't wanna go to school
Mama, I been having thoughts 'bout breaking in my neighbor place
Gang baby, he tote green flags, breaking all the rules
They know we keep sticks like rulers, up it and we spray the place

I'm on the phone with Tim, oh that's hilarious bitch, dig your brother up
Tell 'em f*ck that nigga you f*cking on, they ain't gon' f*ck with us
Tell your broke-ass menace come get me gone, we gon' bust him off
Drop tape by tape and don't promote at all, that's just my runner up
I know that he talking in them songs and he dumb as f*ck
Don't shoot him, bag him up
It could flip a Mac Truck, lil baby, know we smashing something
Act up, I want you to play crazy
Spend that check and don't show nothing, I put Dior all on my back
Listen up, we gon' wet the block, and boy
All that talking out your top, gon' meet the murder squad
Say that he want beef, he ain't gon' say nothing else
Man, all the pain I felt
Play the cards that I was dealt, chasing money 'til I'm out of breath
Everybody after me, everybody wanna kill YB but can't capture me
Behind this one nigga, he deceased
But I'm gon' change the subject, f*ck 'em
Tell them niggas that I love 'em
'Cause they know I f*cking hate 'em
I can't wait to f*cking bust 'em

Mama, I wanna run the hood, I don't wanna go to school
Mama, I been having thoughts 'bout breaking in my neighbor place
Gang baby, he tote green flags, breaking all the rules
They know we keep sticks like rulers, up it and we spray the place

Think they all got a death wish, why? Well, 'cause all them niggas dying
And them niggas that's behind, second in the line
Bye, I'm so f*cking slime, why you play with my mind
I can't wait for they get active on the road, I put that on my child
[?] money got me bozo
Hundred shots, they stuck inside, and they in a two-door
I prey on him, oh no he a villain, forty million not enough for him
I'll get your body stretched, you know something

Mama, I wanna run the hood, I don't wanna go to school
Mama, I been having thoughts 'bout breaking in my neighbor place
Gang baby, he tote green flags, breaking all the rules
They know we keep sticks like rulers, up it and we spray the place

---

No Rubber

Lil' Top, nigga

Oh, I got that sack now, she won't come back now
I got that pack now, I ain't comin'' back now
Your bitch, she a bustdown, buy that bitch a bag, wow
Let her come and kick her out, now she don't want

She want me to love her, shorty don't wanna use no rubber
Out the blue, it came another, I just gotta find a way I can take it
I'm on Don P, it's just me, no body-baggin', woah
Them Miyagi jeans, f*ck 'round and I drip, lil' mama, woah
I'm gon' stop the scene, ten gon' jump out with that chopper
Pull up, red, like I'm on scene, I got the bitch in red bottoms

Be out, you see red around me, free the five out, free the county
But they take your face, you tried me, they gon' find his brain outside
Bitch, I'm big old plug and I cuff lil' mama
I was swingin' high as hell, that's why I f*ck, lil' mama
I was f*ckin' on her every day and beefin' with her mama
I was steady, doin' some stunts to black, he was creepin' with that llama
Still was lovin' on her every day, I skeet, now look outside
Bitch had the nerve to call me three weeks later, like a baby up my sides
Text my phone, like she ain't got no cable, I told her that I got
With her throwin' hits from across the table, like bitch, I got that dollar
Bitch ain't shit, you know that I got amazed, like, bitch, I make her out it
I was runnin' 'round playin' Terminator, bro out there, that's my private property
Shit, stoppin' shit, and I'm somewhere with hockey sticks
Seen New York, I fly the bitch, now she won't bring out her friend
Start this shit, your ho', that ain't none of my friends
I ain't went to no party, no, we all know how I spent

She want me to love her, shorty don't wanna use no rubber
Out the blue, it came another, I just gotta find a way I can take it
I'm on Don P, it's just me, no body-baggin', woah
Them Miyagi jeans, f*ck 'round and I drip, lil' mama, woah
I'm gon' stop the scene, ten gon' jump out with that chopper
Pull up, red, like I'm on scene, I got the bitch in red bottoms

Oh, I got that sack now, she won't come back now
I got that pack now, I ain't comin'' back now
Your bitch, she a bustdown, buy that bitch a bag, wow
Let her come and kick her out, now she don't want

She want me to love her, shorty don't wanna use no rubber
Out the blue, it came another, I just gotta find a way I can take it

---

Loaded Now

(MercyBeatz, nigga)
(Drell's on the track)
Woah, woah

I was getting full of that shit and it was way past twelve
And I been stuck down on my dick ever since the day I jumped bail
You know lil' bro gon' swing the stick, you try some shit, you gon' fail
I know lil' mama with the shit, I f*cked the bitch, she gon' tell
When I'm this bitch, know I'm rolling, no, you can't control me
I'm paranoid, I don't sleep, so, don't run up on me
Who the f*ck them lil' niggas, say they want war with them diggers
On side your partner, we zip you, thought you was gon' pick up your nigga

I'm loaded, I ain't lying, man, I'm out my mind
I got a bad bitch on my line who wanna fly all night
Bitch, go post up like you official, you gon' die right now
I always see me showin' my ass shawty, know I got that bag now

They see me ballin', wanna put me up, get me bust up
Slip one time, that's a fact that's your hat, know I get you touched up
Man, who these niggas, man? I don't know 'em, but they wanna do something, we gon' kill 'em
Too official, come from the Northside, throwin' guns inside the river, woah
Back to back, I'm smokin' Jo's nigga, why? cause my nerves bad
I'm hustling by the hour, they counted me out, I don't deserve that
Bitch, I come from sandwich bags, where the curve at
Me and Ten strapped with a cutter leavin' Sherwood in Montana Jag
Catch that, one million plus, nigga, we could bet that
You can fly, just check in the bag, my girl gon' go and fetch that
Boo'd up, it snuck up on me, now I'm on now
See red, I'm in that zone now
Draw lead then spray around, huh
Send your stupid ass home

I'm loaded, I ain't lying, man, I'm out my mind
I got a bad bitch on my line who wanna fly all night
Bitch, go post up like you official, you gon' die right now
I always see me showin' my ass shawty, know I got that bag now
I'm loaded, I ain't lying, man, I'm out my mind
I got a bad bitch on my line who wanna fly all night
Bitch, go post up like you official, you gon' die right now
I always see me showin' my ass shawty, know I got that bag now

Yeah,Yeah
Yeah, Lil' Top, nigga, yeah
Woah, woah, woah

---

Got One

4KTrey
We put guns to the face
Ain't nobody safe, who gon' die today?
It's a murder business

Had to tell lil' mama "Bag it up", come here, drop that ass on me
We got sticks inside this f*ckin' truck, you play they wack your ass for free
Bro died, I was down for weeks, I was on plenty drugs
Dog hoes talk down on me, but f*ck 'em, I got plenty love

From the streets to the cellblock, he got red dot, hollows hot
It get steep, play with pale stuff 'til my arm lock, I scrape the pot
Gangster bitch, tryin' hold me down, she see I frown and wonder why
Surveillance sit outside my home, tryna take me down, I'm duckin' cops

I'm a thug nigga, f*ck you, bitch, I got gravediggers
Run with me, I'll bust you, you bitch
F*ck the campus, I'm at school with that stick
You gon' get bluesed, you get hit, break all the rules, get 'em fixed
Cutthroat, ain't complyin' with shit
Mama, kill these pussy niggas that's dissin, now, you know I gotta
I'm tryna shoot the hoes that's with 'em, 'cause I'm a f*ckin' problem
I'm gon' pop somethin, I run with sticks, they all be goblins
I be head-huntin', lil' bro just called and said he got one
Had to tell lil' mama "Bag it up", come here, drop that ass on me
Stacks inside my pants, I got 'em neat, I come up from the streets
Hold on, stop this bitch, I bag 'em up, shoot first, now come run up on me
I leave out red, I bang that green, don't diss out peace, best keep your heat

From the streets to the cellblock, he got red dot, hollows hot
It get steep, play with pale stuff 'til my arm lock, I scrape the pot
Gangster bitch, tryin' hold me down, she see I frown and wonder why
Surveillance sit outside my home, tryna take me down, I'm duckin' cops

Get the drop, we pop a opp
Load ups, in my brother
We kept plenty sticks at Papa house
Before you know, they roll me out
They posted up, we spin around
Lil bro let my window down, this K come out
We pray around, fall, can't shoot back, we leave you found
Top ain't known to f*ck around, 4Tre3 made me
On lock up, guards gon' slam me down, these bitches ain't gon' save me
On phones, watch what you say to me
Come face to me, they might raid me
Can't leave trace when we slang heat
Probably at the crib wit' a .223

Mama, kill these pussy niggas that's dissin, now, you know I gotta
I'm tryna shoot the hoes that's with 'em, 'cause I'm a f*ckin' problem
I'm gon' pop somethin, I run with sticks, they all be goblins
I be head-huntin', lil' bro just called and said he got one
Had to tell lil' mama "Bag it up", come here, drop that ass on me
We got sticks inside this f*ckin' truck, you play they wack your ass for free
Bro died, I was down for weeks, I was on plenty drugs
Dog hoes talk down on me, but f*ck 'em, I got plenty love

---

Spin&Ben'n

(Play that back, Lucent)
(TimmyDaHitMan)

Look, spin and ben'n', with a glizzy
I got youngin tryna catch me, do 'em dirty with it
Your ho tryna f*ck me, told her come on with it
I'm like, "Who don't know I'm thuggin'?"
Better mind your business
My lil' nigga just know come shoot shit up, he the murder type
Different gen' Glocks, another type, foreign whips, got several kinds
Her boyfriend another type, tell me who don't know is I
F*ck with this bitch from Baltimore, from the same place got another type

Really rich, you can suck my dick, get murdered bitch, I said that
Know we caught up in this murder shit, I ain't take the script, and I read that
Pussy nigga, just another pack, aimin' out the Scatpack where your head at
Kickin' my flow to my four like I'm the reverend
Got bitches from the hood, I lay my bed at, they bang 5
Why I went to war? 'Cause niggas tried the same hood where niggas died
No Instagram, I could get life, that's why my life ain't televised
Better tell the bitch I'll take his life, better think about his momma cryin'
Come back wit' my enemies sittin' behind the line
Money be my remedy, and plus my bro's just poured a five
Sit up in my face, that ho be tellin' lies, aw man
Smoke some shit that'll probably blow her mind, I don't need no Xans

Look, spin and ben'n', with a glizzy
I got youngin tryna catch me, do 'em dirty with it
Your ho tryna f*ck me, told her come on with it
I'm like, "Who don't know I'm thuggin'?"
Better mind your business
My lil' nigga just know come shoot shit up, he the murder type
Different gen' Glocks, another type, foreign whips, got several kinds
Her boyfriend another type, tell me who don't know is I
F*ck with this bitch from Baltimore, from the same place, got another type

Sick of all this fake shit, know they turn they back on me
Nigga know we face shit, I'm knowin' for a fact they see
Dirty bitch gon' try and put the blame on me, stanky ho
I be stackin' riches 'til I'm off house arrest and back out on the road
Kickin', pimpin', know that I'm a vet, I'm dawgin' all these hoes
Real Mac and tote that MAC, bitch I know you know it though
Gone when the Law came and was knockin' at my grandad door
Diss at me, we gon' stalk that man, might kill at bitch on side the store
Yellow bone, she gon' take me down, baby woah, woah
One on the way, told her she can stay if can she get along wit' the ho
I live alone, the bitch'll stay just to be up in here wit' my bro
Bitch know that she can't stay, told her pack her shit, I gotta go

Look, spin and ben'n', with a glizzy
I got youngin tryna catch me, do 'em dirty with it
Your ho tryna f*ck me, told her come on with it
I'm like, "Who don't know I'm thuggin'?", better mind your business
Look, spin and ben'n', with a glizzy
I got youngin tryna catch me, do 'em dirty with it
Your ho tryna f*ck me, told her come on with it
I'm like, "Who don't know I'm thuggin'?", better mind your business

---

War

Al Geno on the track

Bub came home and you knowin' how he play it
Now it's time for the yea with the yeah
Shorty knowin' I don't want no ass, she been actin' real bad
Like she scared for to pull up with the head
I been on the corner all night posted up with the dope boys
Know that they hustle whenever you sleep
Two on a addy to sleeve
I put the rental key under the seat
Already know that I'm in the streets
Toyota, Key in this bitch clutchin' bad
He go to sleep if you come with a bag
Whoever we leave they get left with a tag
Whole lot of dogs we done started a kennel
Laboratory, they do not get the riddles
Kwan Nine don't forget -
My daddy still plugged with that yea in the trenches
Pull up in Bentleys with necklace that's Tennis
Upgraded my fit on the top of these little bitty bitches
Parked in the socket at the house, I'm sittin' on confinement
Try it, I let off the Glock at these niggas
I got some bitches and slimes with me
I got that pack and the strap and some millions
I got the hood and they with the activity
Standin' on somethin', it's called slime allegiance
I'm in that Gucci on top the Chanel
I'm in this bitch kickin' shit like a player
Three make the hoe go and drive to the sale
VVS diamonds, I buy 'em, then lay 'em
Time to pour up so we stop at the Shell
Inside of the city, leave 'em dead where he live
I'm on location, they plan for to get me
She gon' check out the scene after somebody killed

She know the night the time of her life
And I know they might try to take my life
We ain't livin' right, there's nothin' I can say
It's a cold bloody war inside Baton Rouge, ain't nobody safe

It's a war
Nobody left through the night, ooh
Poppin' this shit and we leavin' 'em dead
We be poppin' this shit, we be poppin' this shit
When they try
We go to war, put it all on the line
Know we get to it, every one of us slime
Pray, then do it, hope not one of us die

---

Grave Digga

(Any last words?)
(D-Roc)
Mm, mm-mm-mm, yeah
(Lil Top, huh?)
Mm, mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
Mm, mm-mm-mm
Mm, look, look

Look, now I don't know 'bout what ya heard, boy, we swerve, boy
We leave a nigga out of words boy, stretched on the curb, boy
Play with me, we gon' purge, boy
Bitch, I swear to God
Get left deceased, watch yo' words boy
Bitch best be working hard
You know me, in the streets, they saw me, I was gone off boy (Gone off boy)
Stolen car with the murder squad, with a stolen rod (Stolen rod)
You know me, bitch, I be YB, I'm a grave digger
Green flag, youngins shoot for me, he a grave digger

I go by YoungBoy, I make murder music, and I'm known to kill shit
They dissin', makin' murder music? Hell nah, hit that kill switch
Dead rapper, dead regular hood nigga, they know I drill shit
Them same niggas I like poppin' pills with, them boys I'm still with
Demon baby, he's strapped down when you see 'em, he got his mask with 'em
Green flag and he blast niggas
Stolen pistol and his flag with 'em
Caught up with the system, he a villain, still say, "F*ck it, spin 'em"
Play, gon' be a cold killin', and I don't even know the nigga
And I don't know 'bout what ya heard boy, best believe we swerve boy
We leave shit stretched out on the curb boy, left out of words, boy
Play with me, we gon' go to war, bitch, I swear to God
Lil' bro gon' hit your block in stolen cars, jump out with stolen rods

Now I don't know 'bout what ya heard, boy, we swerve, boy
We leave a nigga out of words boy, stretched on the curb, boy
Play with me, we gon' purge, boy
Bitch, I swear to God
Get left deceased, watch yo' words boy
Bitch best be working hard
You know me, in the streets, they saw me, I was gone off boy (Gone off boy)
Stolen car with the murder squad, with a stolen rod (Stolen rod)
You know me, bitch, I be YB, I'm a grave digger
Green flag, youngins shoot for me, he a grave digger

Look, I make beats too
With that stick, I'm in the streets too
But I love from out that window, I shot shit up with JB too
Don't stop until we kill the whole crew
Cock it back and do that dude
Wake the bitch up early mornin' (How you comin'?)
Comin' out the house and then I shot the tool
Lil Top, I break all the rules
I don't f*ck with none of them dudes
Lost his gun off jiggaboos, he went and brought another tool
They say they gon' try to rob who? Your top you lose, go with your move
You bang with us, you lose your life, won't make it through

Now I don't know 'bout what ya heard, boy, we swerve, boy
We leave a nigga out of words boy, stretched on the curb, boy
Play with me, we gon' purge, boy
Bitch, I swear to God
Get left deceased, watch yo' words boy
Bitch best be working hard
You know me, in the streets, they saw me, I was gone off boy (Gone off boy)
Stolen car with the murder squad, with a stolen rod (Stolen rod)
You know me, bitch, I be YB, I'm a grave digger
Green flag, youngins shoot for me, he a grave digger (Grave digger)

---

Off The Lean

(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
How long can he go?
(Thanks, Yakree)
I was shinin' hard, I was grindin'

When they see me, I was gone from off the lean, smokin' dope, dope, dope
When they see me, I was beamin', beamin'
Shinin' like the motherf*ckin' lights on the street
I know they ain't never had the thought that they'd see me on
Ayy, ayy, on
They thought they'll never see me on
Ayy, ayy, on, on

Oh, he got a Rolls-Royce and you know I paid for it
For that money, we untamed boy, I was locked up in them chains for it
My mama know it, I ain't doin' no back and forth, I catch him, whack the boy
Got racks, I stay with that money on galore and I started off trappin' for it
I'm in a Bentley GT, park this bitch inside the street
Pull up, they like, "There go YB," fresh as I could f*ckin' be
I be keepin' they chest on bottom my feet and I don't miss no beat
I be wearin' Pateks and Cuban links, the cheapest cost thirteen
Sick, I ain't got no cough, you ain't never noticed since I be off codeine
Grimy, I'm out that North, she f*ck with me, she wan' f*ck with me
Cutthroat like my mama, you know I'm known to pull off mysterious things
I like that Redeye better, but she bought Hemi in that Trackhawk Jeep
Stackin' up my money, nigga, they wanna see my bank on E
Them bitch-ass niggas tried to bang on me, they aim wasn't neat, dang, boy
Podcast niggas be mentioning me, take off on 'em, twenty mill' on twenty mill', you better watch my name, boy

When they see me, I was gone from off the lean, smokin' dope, dope, dope
When they see me, I was beamin', beamin'
Shinin' like the motherf*ckin' lights on the street
I know they ain't never had the thought that they'd see me on
Ayy, ayy, on
They thought they'll never see me on
Ayy, ayy, on, on

Nigga, stack that shit, that's another M
That's a new attempt, hold on, stop this bitch
I'm in LA bangin' red, I kill a Dodgers pit
Hmm, he came home from the Feds and he got twice as rich
In Atlanta, won't say that I won't fight, I'm bringin' out the stick
This lil' ho just talkin' 'bout what she don't like, she just bitin' my dick
You got a question if YoungBoy rich, you slower than a bitch
They boycott, then got that boy lit, I shoot him in his shit
Buy her that Benz made by Brevis, my bitch gon' have a fit
From a cell to livin' lavish, how realer can it get?
Turnt down that deal to save the whole clique, how triller can I get?
Hit the car lot, ain't no pic, make sure I ball out 'round this bitch
Off the lean, I'm smokin' shit make you hallucinate, one hit
To my PO as I go, I take a piss that's with a stench
Mr. feelin' ready, I been sellin' tunes, I ain't got no bricks
I don't know nothin' 'bout no murder, I don't know nothin' 'bout no hit

When they see me, I was gone from off the lean, smokin' dope, dope, dope
When they see me, I was beamin', beamin'
Shinin' like the motherf*ckin' lights on the street
I know they ain't never had the thought that they'd see me on
Ayy, ayy, on
They thought they'll never see me on
Ayy, ayy, on, on

---

What You Say

(feat. Post Malone & The Kid LAROI)

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
(F*ck what they say) I done made it out the storm
(Shit, you know I did) Check my bank, I made new commas
(I can't) I can't take no break, I'm way too young
I want count up every day I'm out

Try takin' anything to keep my sane, I've been hustlin'
I been grindin' hard on my momma
Soul actin' lame, with my main I've been fussin'
I got too much money for these problems
I won't take these drugs with my friends, huh, oh
I got all these hoes, all these clothes in my crib, yeah
I f*cked on them both, yes, I did, yah
You can't trust these hoes, I won't hold you, that's what it is, yeah
Huh, I'm too real, Draco in my peacoat
I need some right here, pussy nigga get killed, oh
Playin' 'round with these millions, lil' bro (Like, lil' bro)

(F*ck what they say) I done made it out the storm
(Shit, you know I did) Check my bank, I made new commas
(I can't) I can't take no break, I'm way too young
I want count up every day I'm out
Pull up to this party, not for fun
Makin' sure I stack my money tall
Know that I look nice enough for someone
Fresher, I might leave here with lil' shawty

[The Kid LAROI:]
All this drama, baby, I'm too rich for that
All these commas, like I'm an aristocrat
In Bahamas, posted with my bitch with that
Say that you want problems? It's no problem, we got shit for that
Windows tinted, whip is all black
And my credit card lookin' all platinum
And your bitch told me she want all action
Hit it once with a gold Magnum
I don't really care 'bout what the blogs say
'Cause my momma good and my dawgs straight
You know if you could, you'd be on the same
I'm in Hollywood, gettin' all faded, I swear
I can't take breaks, I'm too young
Strip club, throwin' up dubs
You can't tell me none
Two-hundred in my cup
I was paid to be in this club
No, I don't do shit for fun

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
(F*ck what they say) I done made it out the storm
(Shit, you know I did) Check my bank, I made new commas
(I can't) I can't take no break, I'm way too young
I want count up every day I'm out
Pull up to this party, not for fun
Makin' sure I stack my money tall
Know that I look nice enough for someone
Fresher, I might leave here with lil' shawty

[Post Malone:]
It's gotten cold, I want that ice with Stompeez on
Tommy fold, give somethin' they can copy off
Talk slow, I'm super sweet but choppa low
That chain you gave her on, she told me, "F*ck the diamonds off"
I did, I'm poppin' off and I can't never clock off
Hey, I can't have my baby rockin' Ricky knockoffs
Hey, my buddies gonna slide and maybe spin that block off
Hey, fishtail off that lot and chop-chop-chop the top off
I can't do this alone
She a pain on the tone
If you say you will follow me too
I'd be happy with you, uh

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
(F*ck what they say) I done made it out the storm
(Shit, you know I did) Check my bank, I made new commas
(I can't) I can't take no break, I'm way too young
I want count up every day I'm out
Pull up to this party, not for fun
Makin' sure I stack my money tall
Know that I look nice enough for someone
Fresher, I might leave here with lil' shawty

---

No Lease

(Khris James, what the f*ck)
Uh

Mowsbury Park, even though my temper shorter
Secrets get you deleted, get you placed with money orders
There go Carter, and they know that he a barber
Somebody finna get robbed or shot, soul finna end up tardy

Drive it how I bought it, just pay for it, it ain't leased here
I don't want people think I'm too real
Uh, knowin' that they see me, windows tinted, but it's too clear
Make it out, and then nigga buy a new deal

Quick to fake it, come and take it, lose your face if you buck
Shake the place, you become faceless from the sound of a buck
Even though you been through a lot of shit, how it feel you did it still?
I say that I need another mill'
Yeah, talkin' 'bout a hundred, then you talkin' 'bout tryna own somethin'
I don't need no short hand, my home broke, need a loan or somethin'
Steady lookin' crooked like a nigga broke his nose or somethin'
My team ain't feelin' that, they gon' leave with a broken nose or somethin'
Been in situations gotta think like a boss, sit back
Other than that, when it go down, I take a step, let some off, you get back
I know my nigga f*ckin' with me, but he still ain't hit me back
Lil' shawty wasn't really f*ckin' with me, slime told me she was trash
Red beam, I notice in my interests
Back pocket, green flag, she ain't no ho, but she need cash, what that mean? Let's go
I ain't realy on school, mama gettin' on my ass
Skippin', I be in the streets, it's a more beneficial class
Five hundred thousand on a ring, it's real expensive glass
Youngin duckin' from the task, white bitch, and she f*ck with glass
Lost thoughts inside the feds, child sittin' in the perish
Wishin' for a family I never had, where I go from that?

Drive it how I bought it, just pay for it, it ain't leased here
I don't want people think I'm too real
Uh, knowin' that they see me, windows tinted, but it's too clear
Make it out, and then nigga buy a new deal

---

Slimeto

Top, Top
Hold on, Top, Top
Top, Top
Top, Top
(Say 10)
Let's do it

Gangster and you already knowin' that's how I play it
With the Glock, go atop across his head, yeah, I'll spank somethin'
Have them gunners waitin' outside where you stay, yeah, who you think stuntin'?
This me, I'm 23, I'm runnin'
Clap 'em, then give back the money
Top and I'm screamin' out, "Flood it"
Rob these niggas, they lettin' me, slime
I want 'em for to test me, why?
Just so that I can lay one down
Out the top and the side of the Chevy, young niggas, they sprayin' 'round
Show no Slatt, talkin' down
Where you at? I gun you down

Where you at? Gun you down
Already know wе don't play like that
Lame-ass shit from across the nеt gon' get you stretched, yeah, yeah
On the top and I'm throwin' out fetti
Rob these pussy-ass niggas, they lettin' me
Dare one these scary-ass niggas come test me
Flag on the stick while you hang out the Chevy
I'm on it, I'm with it, my nigga, let's do it
Got a check the first tour and you know that I blew it
Spend a check every tour, get that money, run through it
Brought me up, he got flexed, but I already knew it
Dyin' to get rich and it drive me insane
Accept that pain, it's just part of the game
Rap ass nigga in the studio playin'
I got the play for to knock out his brain

Gangster and you already knowin' that's how I play it
With the Glock, go atop across his head, yeah, I'll spank somethin'
Have them gunners waitin' outside where you stay, yeah, who you think stuntin'?
This me, I'm 23, I'm runnin'
Clap 'em, then give back the money
Top and I'm screamin' out, "Flood it"
Rob these niggas, they lettin' me, slime
I want 'em for to test me, why?
Just so that I can lay one down
Out the top and the side of the Chevy, young niggas, they sprayin' 'round
Show no Slatt, talkin' down
Where you at? I gun you down

[Verse 2]
I gotta get it, I wake up, I'm ready
Stand on they chest and they neck for that fetti
I got a stick for them niggas that's petty
Premium gas and I come to unlead it
Riddles they can't comprehend in my song
I got a lot of blue racks in my home
Banging that flag for my nigga, he gone
Talkin' 'bout murder, I'm changing the tone
Took half a Perc', wanna f*ck me now
Know that I will, just chill, okay
Them niggas cheer when I walk in the place
I pulled up in a Wraith, Slimeto, Slimeto
Stolo, lil' bro done pulled up with a Drac' and hop out in the street
Bet 'em, he talkin' 'bout cash, that money confetti whenever you bring up YB
Might get robbed when we meet

Gangster and you already knowin' that's how I play it
With the Glock, go atop across his head, yeah, I'll spank somethin'
Have them gunners waitin' outside where you stay, yeah, who you think stuntin'?
This me, I'm 23, I'm runnin'
Clap 'em, then give back the money
Top and I'm screamin' out, "Flood it"
Rob these niggas, they lettin' me, slime
I want 'em for to test me, why?
Just so that I can lay one down
Out the top and the side of the Chevy, young niggas, they sprayin' 'round
Show no Slatt, talkin' down
Where you at? I gun you down

(Say 10)

---

Another Dead

(Skeeo, you're crazy)

This pack got contact, that's another, he on his way up
The whole house just smellin' like rubber, but we ain't burnt nothing
On the phone with Ten, I'm playing with that blender
Say he just punched somethin'
He did half of ten, but still he all in, say he ain't learn nothin'

But how to hold his own, up long nights and wait around for nobody
Them niggas stepped on your partner, that's your body
And I be talking dirty cutters, same yard grandpa told me don't go out it
Go to jail, here come the news, they make a show 'bout it
How it getting? dirty than a motherf*cker
Better stay up out my way, nigga
Bitch, you better have a bang or see that gang, nigga
Aston Martin lane-switching
Too turnt up for lame bitches
Kill a bitch the main mission
They act the same, I came different
Old school, call it big four-wheeler
On my side, I keep a Glock to pop at those niggas
His nigga still popping dots and he got M&Ms
Riding stolo, this bitch hot and filled with dirty steel
Somebody might get murdered still
Bitch, you know that I got plenty money still
Youngins ready for the kill
38, I run it still
Said f*ck 'em and I mean it still
Lil' shawty wanna f*ck for real
They wanna put up my career
My vision see one hundred mil', I'm on it still

This pack got contact, that's another, he on his way up
The whole house just smellin' like rubber, but we ain't burnt nothing
On the phone with Ten, I'm playing with that blender
Say he just punched somethin'
He did half of ten, but still he all in, say he ain't learn nothin'

Three hundred thousand dollar car, I'm in this bitch like '06 Honda
I ain't showing up for nobody, even probably not your uncle
Real stepper, I'm a rebel, I'm a f*cking man of honor
I smoke dope and keep my shovel, I'm the gravediggin' founder
Split his hat, I'm on that, stop, let me out around the corner
Run down and blow, I swang it on 'em
Back to the car, I hope I down something
Seen his pic, look like a drop, I think I found something, aw man
Say, lil nigga from the net was talking dumb, ain't gon' have no brain
Too much money, go insane, but know that I still ball in jail
Been stacking bills, this shit too real, come on, come on
I be true for real, she don't pop pills, she want no strong
Lil' brother pulled a chase off, he still home

This pack got contact, that's another, he on his way up
The whole house just smellin' like rubber, but we ain't burnt nothing
On the phone with Ten, I'm playing with that blender
Say he just punched somethin'
He did half of ten, but still he all in, say he ain't learn nothin'

---

Pistol Totting

(D-Roc)

Pistol totin', just me and Three (Uh, uh)
"Better keep it," what he told me (What he told me, stay)
Burglaries with my cousin Meechy (Cousin Meechybaby, Meech)
Blue Yukon, pullin' robberies
Walk through Easytown, yeah, that Eazy-E, yeah
With lil' Jordan on the side of me
From Monticello back to Fairfield, leanin'
With lil' Tug, he went hard for me
Thank you, my nigga, I miss you

Know you see it, I'm at odds with the system
Gravedigger, I been completin' every mission
Pull up on her, swaggin' bad, he need a pension
I told 'em I got that bag and I'm gettin' it
My mama straight, so I'm fine
My kids straight, I got mine
I'm posted where it ain't good, but I'm out here with my iron
Across the line, I put my life, since young to this, been doin' time
I thought the news tell you 'bout the slime, woah
She can't get her own, she wan' take mine, no
Got what you desire, I lost all time
You wasted your own time and you waste mine
Big brother KD doin' fine
Result, the iron collectin' money and hats, pussy

Pistol totin', just me and Three (Uh, uh)
"Better keep it," what he told me (What he told me, stay)
Burglaries with my cousin Meechy (Cousin Meechybaby, Meech)
Blue Yukon, pullin' robberies
Walk through Easytown, yeah, that Eazy-E, yeah
With lil' Jordan on the side of me
From Monticello back to Fairfield, leanin'
With lil' Tug, he went hard for me
Thank you, my nigga, I miss you

Now you know I love my dog, that's my f*ckin' nigga
With my nigga, I'm gon' vibe 'til we don't get no bigger
Me and Ten in the North, runnin' from the laws, I ain't throw my pistol
We meet back up, he ain't got his, old crazy-ass nigga
I grab my bread and pour some sugar up inside of my water
Hole in the front of my shoe, Balenciaga my daughter
For them hard times, jail times, old days
Grandma, I been taking care of the family, I'm a strong man
7:30, sun came
Me and Meechy ain't get a thing
We stole some cameras out Radioshack and sold 'em to the dope man
Boozilla caught a charge from poppin' cars, this shit insane
He sold the gun that killed his brother, but won't beef with me with this man

Pistol totin', just me and Three (Uh, uh)
"Better keep it," what he told me (What he told me, stay)
Burglaries with my cousin Meechy (Cousin Meechybaby, Meech)
Blue Yukon, pullin' robberies
Walk through Easytown, yeah, that Eazy-E, yeah
With lil' Jordan on the side of me
From Monticello back to Fairfield, leanin'
With lil' Tug, he went hard for me
Thank you, my nigga, I miss you (I miss you)

---

Cemetery Lifestyle

(Louie Bandz made another one)
(Dubba-AA flexing)
(Ayo, that's Dre)
(Brxtn go crazy)

Red B.B. belt 'cause I'm a bloody stepper
Self-made artist, leave a stain on whoever
I'm startin' to think I should just go, we ain't been gettin' no better
Tell me a lie, I'll blow the brains out the reverend (This Is The Sound)
Inside my cup, must be the devil
'Cause the demon always come out me all of a sudden
Inside the bank, it's been a murder scene
'Cause when I walked out, they had blood on that money (On that money)

I'm talkin' somethin' beyond the sky what I'm gon' aim for (Aim for, yeah)
Pull up on the side, let that thing blow
Tryna heal my pain with that drank, f*ck around and take my soul
Four wheel drive, swervin' in the rain like it can't snow
Pray a hundred mill' come and all this fame go
Soon as you change on me, you turn to ash like charcoal
Lose feelings through the night, I'm startin' to think my heart broke
Know they givin' up, see they switchin' up, everythin' gettin' old
Caught 'em breakin' in, known to kick doors, we ain't never picked codes
Kicked in, slime me in, oh, now my wrist froze
She run down, I looked up, she gone, I don't know where she go
Cemetery lifestyle, I'm makin' sure the casket closed
.40 on me right now, I step on that bitch on my own
Clear the scene, time to leave, leave the boat, overload
Couldn't barely breathe, get off me, too much lean, time to go
They gon' count me in anyway, what the f*ck you tryna time me for?
The RT wait, I dubbed the eight, not [?] though 'cause I'm a four

Red B.B. belt 'cause I'm a bloody stepper
Self-made artist, leave a stain on whoever (Leave a stain)
I'm startin' to think I should just go, we ain't been gettin' no better
Tell me a lie, I'll blow the brains out the reverend (I'ma blow the brains out the reverend)
Inside my cup must be the devil (The devil)
'Cause the demon always come out me all of a sudden (All of a sudden)
Inside the bank, it's been a murder scene (A murder)
'Cause when I walked out, they had blood on that money

Soon as you change on me, you turn to ash like charcoal
Lose feelings through the night, I'm startin' to think my heart broke
Know they givin' up, see they switchin' up, everythin' gettin' old
Caught 'em breakin' in, known to kick doors, we ain't never picked codes
Kicked in, slime me in, oh, now my wrist froze
She run down, I looked up, she gone, I don't know where she go
Cemetery lifestyle, I'm makin' sure the casket closed
.40 on me right now, I step on that bitch on my own

---

Dont Leave

(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(DMac on the f*ckin' track)
Got you, you know I got you

You ain't seein' me walk out, don't think for to leave
Anything we can talk 'bout, you can tell me some things
You think I'm too thugged out, my past too uneasy
Tonight you should go out, it's okay if you leave me
'Cause I don't wanna party
It's okay
I'll be fine, can't run away
So I just lay, gettin' full of drank
Now you come in, put that pussy on my face

I want a brand new FN, motherf*ck that Drac'
Tote that stick, I'm with that shit, I'm gon' protect you, bae
Whole lot of money on they head, it ain't safe
I just wanna put that bitch to bed, if he play
Run down, shoot him in his head
Hit a lick for Jordan, I don't mind, we ain't kid
Gettin' my life in order, gettin' in line with that bread
Count me out, tell them get in line with they ass
I been gettin' that money, they want me sad or me dead
Ran into love, come from cold heart
Ran up a bag, it was slow startin'
I want a Porsche and it's push-start
I drive that Benz like a go-kart
I repaired that girl with my hands from a broke heart
I been f*ckin' up and goin' in like a popstar
She'll pour my life on me, do right, I swear, I'm gon' start
She know I'm a demon, day through night, and this ain't just start
I made her my wife and then I promised we won't grow apart

You ain't seein' me walk out, don't think for to leave
Anything we can talk 'bout, you can tell me some things
You think I'm too thugged out, my past too uneasy
Tonight you should go out, it's okay if you leave me
'Cause I don't wanna party
It's okay
I'll be fine, can't run away
So I just lay, gettin' full of drank
Now you come in, put that pussy on my face

Come up from the bottom, ain't nothin' that's gon' stop me
I been destined to prosper, I put that on my mama
I been missin' my childhood, told my family I got 'em
On my back like a chopper, I can't die, I'm survivin'
I done let go of the wheel, like I just know it's God drivin'
But I mostly for surely know that it's my grandma who got me
And I been savin' words for a note
I ain't ignorin' you, just catch me when I blow

Got you, you know I got you

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Head Shot

(Mommy, India got them beats)
(K4ProducedIt)

Ten ain't got no mind, nigga, he don't pick and choose
Dee gon' spray the car from front to back to get rid of you
Lil' bro known to keep a drum inside his gat and he like switch on tools
Know they trap two different cars right back to back
Yeah, yeah

Bitch, go tell 'em, "Free Lil Meechy Baby out that fed' block"
Go tell 'em lil' cause still makin' them hitters get busy with them red dots
Go tell 'em we upped the score, got two new opps, one caught a headshot
I know he proud right now 'bout how he saw I beat the feds, huh?
Stop now, pow-pow, then sped off
I'm with that shit, we tear it down
Ol' bitch-ass nigga, boy, you gon' f*ck around and get your body found
Free my daddy, I wanna face my problems like my mama
We all with that static, lil' bro, he pop Addies, not no traumas
Deal with problems, think I'm traumatized, get chastised, he fumble
Drive, pull up fast, and then jump right on side, pull your pants up, you see my grandma, bitch (Ho ass boy)
Uh-uh, mmm, he's a motherf*ckin' animal
He come through like a cannon ball
His gun gon' straight demolish you, it damage you, he get dissolved
Shoot, let the AR off with monkey nuts, problem solved

Ten ain't got no mind, nigga, he don't pick and choose
Dee gon' spray the car from front to back to get rid of you
Lil' bro known to keep a drum inside his gat and he like switch on tools
Know they trap two different cars right back to back
Yeah, yeah

Shoot the whole club up, don't cost us nothin', you seen in there
Interstate, from the back, tear the trunk up (Baow), bitch, you better not have no kids in there
I'm a millionaire, don't throw our position, nigga, then say we ain't pick 'em fair
Nigga, f*ck that, know he dead, we ain't even carin', should've caught your ass in there
Fly a Crip bitch out just for to let her do my hair
You wanna try me, I play that fair, bitch, truth or dare (Bitch, truth or let's go, uh)
Know I'm bangin' red like Tony Starks, it's no perhaps, you disrespect, we slump you on your project stairs
It's all I hear, "They don't like you, Top," I'm like, "Man, who are you? Blah-blah"
You gon hear, "Pow, pow," approach me with that rah-rah, bitch
They know I don't do no stuntin'
I just wanna end it, f*ck that tension, I'm gon' throw out money
They don't do no actin', I get active, I'm on meds, up on 'em
Run up on that bitch clappin', once we smash 'em, rip off 'em straight laughin' like that shit be funny

(Ten ain't got no mind, nigga, he don't pick and choose)
I'll slime allegiance, nigga, to the green flag (Dee gon' spray the car from front to back to get rid of you)
Of the United States, believe that, of America, bitch (Lil' bro known to keep a drum inside his gat and he like switch on tools)
You better stay on your pivot, nigga (Know they trap two different cars right back to back)
Believe it (Yeah, yeah)
We gon' split you
Hey, is Kentrell in there?

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I Is That

(MarsGawd lit another one)
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Bitch, yeah
Look

I come from jackin' and breakin' in houses, yeah, I did that
F*ckin' these hoes to not givin' a f*ck 'bout these hoes, yeah, I did that
These niggas ain't let me, I had to go kick in a door, yeah, I did that
Now I'm in this bitch, my swag on froze with my rich ass
That ho keep tearin' me down, bro move pounds, over two dice, it's gone
Tryna keep my calm, but the ho make me get down and that shit ain't fun
I don't fight, stand up to my gun
Red flag and I gave one to my son
Red flag, nigga can't duck that, hit his ass all in the head, pussy nigga can't run

And I still dog these hoes
And I still don't like niggas, like I be D-Von
I'm a dog, two pit bulls inside my home named Peaches and Diamond, that's one out of one
I don't like to argue with her, but the bitch, she be trippin', she be makin' me feel like she schemin'
I'm on top of my pimpin', ain't slippin', when the ho make me mad, I say the most dirtiest things
Inside a glass bottle, I pour up my lean
Pour up forever, you know that I'm up
She could bring me McDonalds, she know I ain't trippin', I been that lil nigga, I'm straight out the slums
Smokin spice through the day, make me feel like I'm dumb
Through the night and the day, we be gettin' that sum
In the house, I'ma keep me a hundred on hundred
For a stick up, I bought my lil' brother a drum, I did that
Pay my brother lawyer for to beat the case, I did that
Stay down, stack that money 'til I made a way, I did that
F*ck these rappers, I'ma kill all these lil' niggas, bitch, I is that
F*ck these niggas, go spin on 'em, pussy-ass nigga better not spin back

I come from jackin' and breakin' in houses, yeah, I did that
F*ckin' these hoes to not givin' a f*ck 'bout these hoes, yeah, I did that
These niggas ain't let me, I had to go kick in a door, yeah, I did that
Now I'm in this bitch, my swag on froze with my rich ass
That ho keep tearin' me down, bro move pounds, over two dice, it's gone
Tryna keep my calm, but the ho make me get down and that shit ain't fun
I don't fight, stand up to my gun
Red flag and I gave one to my son
Red flag, nigga can't duck that, hit his ass all in the head, pussy nigga can't run

I wait outside of these store, he go in, leave his car on, bitch, I steal that, yeah
Knock on they door, they ain't home, he breakin' they window and then I get in that, huh
F*ck on that ho from the back 'til I'm feelin' her bone, get in there, get in there
Ain't no effort in songs, I'm up in my zone, and these niggas, they sound like beginners
To a stolo, bro'nem turn that rental
Made a diss 'bout me, ol' whack-ass nigga
Get money, big B, that's me, big Blood, no C, they ain't in my Cartier lens, nigga
He say if somebody snatch his chain, he be claimin' that he gon' do this and do that
That nigga a ho, when they reach for his neck, he ain't let off the strap, he just went to the 'Gram
I'm in that North where my mom and them at, that same set I sold a thousand somethin' grams
The same hood known for to murder a man
The minivan, bring in the coroner van
Slimy-ass nigga, whack a dirty-ass man
Young-ass nigga, go stick up the stand
She want Dior, but I only buy Vans
I did this shit without throwin' my hands
I did that
Ran me a forty up on 'em, that forty put on 'em, you know that I did that
Lil shorty from Houston, I sent that lil' ho twenty thousand, she asked why I did that
I told her, I'm feelin her vibe and I'm likin' her body
That lil' bitch is that
Kill one of us and we kill back, yeah, yeah

I come from jackin' and breakin' in houses, yeah, I did that
F*ckin' these hoes to not givin' a f*ck 'bout these hoes, yeah, I did that
These niggas ain't let me, I had to go kick in a door, yeah, I did that
Now I'm in this bitch, my swag on froze with my rich ass
That ho keep tearin' me down, bro move pounds, over two dice, it's gone
Tryna keep my calm, but the ho make me get down and that shit ain't fun
I don't fight, stand up to my gun
Red flag and I gave one to my son
Red flag, nigga can't duck that, hit his ass all in the head, pussy nigga can't run

---

Like Madden

I wanna, she wanna
Wild, wild west
Dirty, dirty south
I'm back off in this bitch, but
I'ma tell 'em how, you already know I'ma tell 'em, how I tell 'em
They better get it, nigga

Oh (Talkin' 'bout me, bitch, what I told that bitch)
Oh (Fresher than a motherf*cker looking like a whole lick)
(Yeah, fresher than a motherf*cker looking like a whole lick)
Maybach, riding in the coupe (Coupe)
Pussy-ass nigga, what it do? (What it do?)
Real big slime come through (Come through)
F*ck around, rock the whole room (Whole room)
Let a whole 'nother bitch come through (Come through)
Hypnotizing her mind, what I do (Oh)
In a fight with that fire, you gon' lose (Oh)
Make that bitch get a new tattoo
I respond and I fight (Oh, oh)
If I tell 'em, he shoot it up too, yeah
I want them goods like burglary, man
Said that I wouldn't, I'm flirting again
I went to sleep on the wild, wild west
And I came from the dirty, dirty south
Get them racks out the vault
Press it, it's revvin' the count
How many bitches they f*cking? I'm kicking her out
Don't want that kitty, that's spouse
Taking your bitch and I'm sticking my dick in her mouth
Swerve Maybach with a tool, big bag and you can't ride with me
F*ck do you think? I got a real big set back, tool, can't ride with me
Pull on side of me, cavity
I'ma spend me a M, get that baddie B
I was thuggin' and stuck and it caught me
Everyone in the truck done shot wit' me
I flew the bitch to LA on a jet just for to see what the bitch all about
Maybach, back of the Cull'
Pussy-ass nigga get bought
Even if it ain't about a bag, on top
Play with them racks, know you get knocked off
I ain't tryna take no losses
Ho tryna play like golf
Nigga, I don't play with broke
He gon' get his head taked off
All night active, I'm active, I'm snapping, I'm rapping, that's what made me
Know that they don't talk right, young nigga pull up and smash shit
'Cause that's what made me
Young nigga pop out that truck and then get shit brackin'
"Cause they play with me
Young nigga trapped out, trapped out, trapped out trappin'
"Cause that's what made me
Young nigga sending them blitz out, just like Madden
Know that I take that bitch down, I ain't cappin'
Might just ask my bitch do she wanna marry me
Bae, hold up, let me make me one hundred million dollars then