Young Boy Never Broke Again - The Last Slimeto Album Lyrics

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I Know

You tellin' me you leavin' 'cause it's hard
Guess I should sit here while the devil dance on my soul
Fire burnin' in my lungs, can't get the words off my tongue
You're mine, I can trust you and I know that I know
Who is them to compete with me?
They ain't turn the world up like us, I know, I know
It was only my niggas that put me on
They ain't give us one thing, and that I know

[Verse]
You stuck, might as well say you mine
Just one look, I see the whole world in your eyes
Combination on my heart, no one could get inside
All the wrong ones want me еxcept her
Should I run, if I
Pleasе don't try to catch up this time
I need someone to hold me, keep me safe in this world
The moonshine, I can see it bloom in your eyes
Don't try to hide if you cry, I see your tears fallin' on the floor
Me, am I sorry?
If you leave, please call me
Please don't leave me all alone
Don't desert me, take the money
You'll be fine without me
Than without you, I just can't hold on
While my feelings drift with the wind
I have no friends
You the only know how I'm is
They throwing bombs and I don't have no shield
It seem like you ain't come around all year
Modification engines, I'm dependent
Done winning, I'm turnt for the year
Changin' my denim, linen got me feelin' like I'm the richest one here, yeah
I'm the party, pull up, get it started
Got your friend all in my ear, yeah
Half a ticket Richard Mille
Bentley, jumpin' off the Lear



[Chorus]
You tellin' me you leavin' 'cause it's hard
Guess I should sit here while the devil dance on my soul
Fire burnin' in my lungs, can't get the words off my tongue
You're mine, I can trust you and I know that I know
Who is them to compete with me?
They ain't turn the world up like us, I know, I know
It was only my niggas that put me on
They ain't give us one thing, and that I know

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Hold Your Own

(Ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?)
(It's Malik on the track)
(Run that shit up, Jay)
It's YoungBoy
(Khris James, what the f*ck?)

]Street nigga and she got a real possessive body
Youngin', don't you want your life? Don't be stupid, this ain't kamikaze
How you 'posed to hustle? You can't focus, you out here takin' Roxies
Knowin' I got the trick like hocus pocus for to drop the boxes

Hold your own, young man
Hold
And remember no love
Inside these streets you roam

Go, New York in a peacoat, catch me jumpin' out of taxis
Just paid ten million for my taxes, no time for flashin'
Transaction active, he too flashy
What's the worse perhaps could happen?
Result in him tied up on the other sidе of the bed, stuffed undеr the mattress
Tryna twist my world around like she a Rubik's Cube
Tryna bring some love around to stop my hustle, I'll murder Cupid
She say, "You don't deserve me, stupid, you f*ckin' jerk, let go of my shirt"
Since grandma died, I ain't go to church, she a gospel woman, the past hurt
In the eight Atlantic section, hand in a pot, I'm with VL
Been a chef before a rapper, I was tryna show 'em that my recipes still good still
Duckin' from a line of steel, they done pried eight through the car
Tell the bosses in my time, "I'm on the line, hold your cigar"
Shots fired, we send 'em back, the neighbors say they saw us
And they knowin' we can't control it, but try protectin' they lil' boy
Feelin' insecure, I could work you good, but feel like a lil' boy
That's just me, I'm thinkin' out loud, but your bitch'll tell you I go hard
I done jumped up out my sleep, I'm on K2, it's not that boy
No direction, ain't no plans, just tell Khris to just press record
Just bought a new house for my girl, my daughters, and my lil' boys
Six million, bitch, I'm sittin' on top the mountain like Costello, nigga

Hold your own, young man
Hold
And remember no love
Inside these streets you roam

Just did time, became a hustler, tryna turn it from backwards (What that mean?)
He been tryna make the money keep on stackin'
Education out the streets, don't need no lecture pastor
Run from police, they don't like me 'cause I'm a rich f*ckin' bastard
Turn it up, go faster, I come from stolen cars to my own whip
Got a shooter inside with me, ain't got no name, they like, "Who own him?"
Told youngin, "Don't leave the backside of that Nawf," they like, "Who zoned him?"
Finally rich, I came home and turned around, they said, "They cloned him"
Mathematics gon' switch my whole position, we play with numbers here
Start it, end it, puttin' shit in the grave, this be them diggers, yeah
Green flag tattoos all on they face and they be quick to kill
From the environment, holdin' my bitch body, it was an attempt to get me drilled
The art of water, art of murder, look who standin' still
Audemars came stainless steel
Portrait painter can't even paint the kid
DA tryna paint the picture
A lie, I can't, the truths, I bid
Signed a gentle bond, still set the bid
Dreamed of contract business as a kid


Hold your own, young man
Hold
And remember no love
Inside these streets you roam

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Umm Hmm

(I got Hitman on the beat)
Uh
(Top, nigga)

Spin it, don't compare me to these broke-ass niggas
I ain't never blow the whistle
Still see all my hoes official
Know I control it by buyin' all the stolen pistols, yeah
Can't tell me shit 'bout nothin' he said, he'll leave you dead, I know my nigga
We make hot, exotic rentals
When you see that window roll down
Don't fight back 'til that pole sound
This KelTec could knock hoes down
Bitch, get up out the way
Youngin sixteen, that's who we got with the Drac' and he ain't got no aim
Uh, frontin' that frrt and blowin' flames
We gon' fight these cases with tactics, we don't give no names
4KTrey pallbearers, gravediggers, free Five, they got my slime in chains
Talk 'nough rah-rah, niggas, these niggas gon' die they touch my f*ckin' chain
Mhm


Kickin' shit, mhm
I hit that bitch, mhm
I kick my stick, mhm
I'm with that shit, that mhm
Got hella bats, mhm
Big-ass gats, mhm
Foreign whips, mhm
My bitch got a big old ass, mhm

Haha, laughin', but I'll shoot you in your shit, hold up, baow, baow
Take her, then I turn up your lil' bitch, hold up, wow, wow
I came with it, make her scrape this extra water on my wrist
I got the money, I'm juggin', I'm bouncin', I'm bootin', know nothin' 'bout no juggernaut
I got them youngins, them hitters, them killers, you know they gon' turn this shit up a notch
I got your ho and she bootin', I buy her a booty, she take 'em all to your spot
I put your bitch on a mission, she comin' back with it, I buy her Chanel, uh
Bitch, I crash out with that semi, they gon' call 12
Do the dash from them, skrrt
We don't stop for nothin', skrrt
Hold on, scrape the bowl, skrrt, skrrt
I'm a savage on these hoes
I don't wait for nothin', we'll drive off for to split them on the road

Kickin' shit, mhm
I hit that bitch, mhm
I kick my stick, mhm
I'm with that shit, that mhm
Got hella bats, mhm
Big-ass gats, mhm
Foreign whips, mhm
My bitch got a big old ass, mhm

Do the dash from them, skrrt
We don't stop for nothin', skrrt
Hold on, scrape the bowl, skrrt, skrrt
I'm a savage on these hoes
I don't wait for nothin', we'll drive off for to split them on the road
Hold up, mhm, I'm with that shit
Mhm, I kick my stick

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Top Sound

(Pipe that shit up, TNT)
(Khris James, what the f*ck?)
My sound rude boy sound (Ah-da-da-da)
My sound (Ah-da-da-da)
My sound jungle sound (Ayy)

In my town, it ain't calm, it's too real
Out at night, protect your life when in the field, get hit with that steel
Gun sounds in my grandma house, I hear 'em all night
Mind your business, stay up out my life
They ain't gangster, they be tellin' lies

My sound, it's from the town
My sound make the pros gather 'round
My sound no playin' with sound
My sound kill, kill sound

Shit, what it is? I'm out my mind, I got your son bangin' slime
Who left him dead up inside the neighborhood? That was I
Don't cross that line, respect my mind, bitch, I'm gon' hit you with that iron
I'm a grimy motherf*cker, tell them Trinidad my kind
Shit, look, we bang too, what it is you wanna do?
Oh, you wanna try mine? We gon' slump you
And then flex on you bitches like Big Dump do
I don't dance, I just bop, you gotta watch inside the party
She wanna f*ck, let me record it
My music make her act retarded, slime

My sound, it's from the town
My sound make the pros gather 'round
My sound no playin' with sound
My sound kill, kill sound

My sound rude boy sound
My sound (Real deal sound)
My sound jungle sound
My sound jungle sound
My sound
My sound

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My Time

My time came back 'round, and it's right now
Know that they were thinkin' that they want me for to lose
Know that they were pressin', they was tryna find clues
I popped out, now I'm the news

Everything green in the inside
Pray to get it on when we slide
Everything that I say, know I can show for it
Mama said, "No," sold dope for it
And I even sung up in the choir
I ain't even partied, stayed in, and now I'm out now
I done seen them tell you that they love you to death and then they walk out
Let off shots, hit thе ground, the only thing that he ain't walk off
And it's a sad thing to say, but they know not to play with my dawg
Hundrеd plaques inside my proof vault
For when they try to say that we ain't have to make a way
Made more funds, I had to buy more guns to make it through the day
Tell me that my baby mamas don't deserve everything
Tell me that my brothers don't need money after goin' through all this pain
Slime say he ain't a rapper and he ain't trippin', I say, "Nigga, get it"
I ain't against you, thug, I'm with you, thug, if you ever need it, I'm comin' with it
Had it hard when I was comin' up and I know my mama proud I did it
High up in the sky, ain't comin' down, tell them all for to mind they business
Got put in a cycle, then I broke the mold
They don't like me, better not try it, only thing the game give a black rose
How the f*ck you always right and I'm always wrong?
How you feel? I gotta keep one tight, fight for your life or might not make it home
But I say my time now

My time came back 'round, and it's right now
Know that they were thinkin' that they want me for to lose
Know that they were pressin', they was tryna find clues
I popped out, now I'm the news

Shoot dice for to pay my fifty-dollar phone bill
Every day, shot basketball with Toby, with JJ, I'd pop pills
My brother Three, he used to go to school, I was breakin' up in houses stealin'
Back and forth to jail just like my cousin Derek, but that's how we lived
Where I'm from, it's either focus or get killed
In a lifetime, it be millions that ain't make it out for real
I know niggas sold drugs when I was a child and they still
You ain't gotta grow up fast, this shit ain't leavin', it'll be here
This shit hurt so deep and bad, it make us all shed a tear

I gotta get me a bag, I'm talkin' right now
Momma, I'm up on it, know they want me for to lose
They don't really love me as bad as they talk, huh?
Hustle or don't get it, I'm the one who had to choose

My time came back 'round, and it's right now
Know that they were thinkin' that they want me for to lose
Know that they were pressin', they was tryna find clues
I popped out, now I'm the news

I'm the news now
Yeah, I, I knew that day in prison, they was tryna find clues on a nigga and all that other shit
Like, they, they, they playin' them blues on me, they ain't believe
Like, they ain't really think nothin' of this, you know, until we turned it into somethin'
Shit, we, we still carryin' on
Yeah, and we still stayin' strong
Forever

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Free Dem 5s

(Ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?)
Mmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm
This for lil' Jordan, alright
My dreams, jumpin' out the bottom the pot
Yeah, it's Slime

My guard preach free Vaughn B
Free my daddy and free Phat Beezy
We be strapped up and we run deep
And it's back to back static 'til we get even
Who is that at the front door?
Point the chopper at the peephole
They lookin' for Slimeto, okay

Slime-ass nigga, don't come this way
38 baby, duckin' murder cases
Pallbearer, keep a mask like Jason
.223 and it hold the casings
I bang red, control the bases
I don't sell no yola, baby
But my cousin, he get pure dope straight from out the Nola, change the trace

I'm a f*ckin' problem, nigga
I play with thеm choppers, nigga
And I'm quick to pop somethin', yeah, ask my mama, nigga
I'm thе f*ckin' dada, nigga
Try to pull off, get followed with it
My young niggas, they come out the window, fft, fft
That's why the feds tryna lock a nigga
Pick it up, hold it, just move it, don't lose it
I got that shit for to blow out the fuses
Talk to lil' mama, she f*ck with my music
She said that she know me from off of a news clip
Run through a million, I bloodied the cruise ship
I got it, ain't stoppin', I'm trainin' my body
I'm on it, I'm poppin', up, down, no hydraulic
From the Nawf, free my brother Big B out the bottom
Southside, northside, ain't got guidance
That's Bway, they off Sherwood
I don't need no counselor 'cause my mail good
Bitch, I got a card that you dare pull
Left bodies in my own hood
Yeah, pull off, then turn right on Highland, tryna see if cuzzo's phone good


Slime-ass nigga, don't come this way
38 baby, duckin' murder cases
Pallbearer, keep a mask like Jason
.223 and it hold the casings
I bang red, control the bases
I don't sell no yola, baby
But my cousin, he get pure dope straight from out the Nola, change the trace

I see my dreams, jumpin' out the bottom the pot
How that f*ckin' boy dope like that? He straight pure drop
From the streets, he be in jail back-to-back, life of hard knock
Soon as he get locked up, they ship his ass 'cause he gon' bond out
Different cars, I throw out faces, I'm the shit, this YoungBoy, baby
I want the money, she f*ck with me daily, can't stay in her place, she be bringin' up babies
Modifications, skrrt, I got the whips, I don't trip, I don't drive on the daily
Two million garage, this not a façade, I'm f*ckin' with Gotti, you know where it's [?][1:57]
Body language, you tell it, I'm holdin' my own, they callin' my phone, I'm hittin' decline
I'm on top of they neck, I'm pressure, they cannot recline
He run, I'ma blow out his spine
F*ck with me, you know we slangin' iron, I'm gon' punish them
Do or die, who it's gon' be? It's you or I, I got a drum for him

My guard preach free Vaughn B
Free my daddy and free Phat Beezy
We be strapped up and we run deep
And it's back to back static 'til we get even
Who is that at the front door?
Point the chopper at the peephole
They lookin' for Slimeto, okay

Slime-ass nigga, don't come this way
38 baby, duckin' murder cases
Pallbearer, keep a mask like Jason
.223 and it hold the casings
I bang red, control the bases
I don't sell no yola, baby
But my cousin, he get pure dope straight from out the Nola, change the trenches

I'm a f*ckin' problem, nigga

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My Go To

(feat. Kehlani)


You know this the Priority
Ricci

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
You know you my go to
You know you my, yeah
You know you my go to
You know you my, you my, oh

I could see why another man threatened by me
Take your woman, put her on jet, send her overseas
I ain't finished yet, I got a big check
Could buy a big yacht, button on a big jet
Lovin' your body, it rocks, I get behind ya and pop
It's gon' go down in the back of the car
You throw in back in your car, I rolled a five in cigar
I won't get down in your heart
Dress up the way that she like
I got the money and you could have what you need
I mean, don't be mean, you know
You know everything the way it seem
Most precious thing in my dream
You, you, you all I need
Confessin' it through ProTools
You know you my go to
You know you my go to
This man's don't pay ransom, you know I hold you
They rappin', they cappin', that's what I told you
They tellin' lies, you know that richest one is I
You that the real don't come disguised

You know you my go to
You know you my, yeah
You know you my go to
You know you my, you my, oh

[Kehlani:]
Don't say it's enough, you the reason I believe in love
You the reason I could change this much, change for us
Kill my pride, stand aside you, roll me by so I could fight
We all rollin' right behind you, I recognize you
Let me speak deep, you scare me 'cause you can see me
Grown, how you don't wanna treat me
I need you 'cause you don't need me
And I feel treasured, I'm not real
Pour me up a pill to hold me down
I heal you, ye-e-e-eah
Let's go up, let's go up, let's go there
Let's run it back up, let's Mile High Club
Let's show out, yeah
Let's get f*cked up, get a big black truck
Slide me in there
Best friend, wifey right here, go-to, yeah

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again (Kehlani):]
You know you my go to (Yeah, yeah)
You know you my (You know you my, uh), yeah
You know you my go to (Go-to)
You know you my, you my, oh

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Lost Soul Survivor

(Ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?)
Yeah, ah, woah (Saucey)

Oh, five times, nigga, hit my brother with that iron, he ain't die and you know he shot back
I been missin' Kay since I told her for to go and I know she'll never come back
Millionaire with no million-dollar house, you do you and I'm good with that
Nene left and they saw I was sad, saw me down, thought I'd never shake back
Put a twenty on top of that twenty, come out forty mil', and I'm f*ckin' with that
In the booth like the trap and I'm servin', the man of the year, that's the number-one plaque
They ain't want me to win when I turned up my swag
At thе Holiday Inn with a secondary strap
I done stopped ovеr here for to f*ck with my bills, I'm gon' slime my way back to the Nawf after that
He watch the rearview, he know if it's gon' only come out with his head on the dash
No, they don't like me but I keep my foot on they neck, and they know that I step on the gas
Know that my brother, he gotta get mutual respect and if you disrespect, that's your ass
I did this shit that's forever gon' sit on my heart
For that bag, it was part of the plan


He is a lost soul survivor
And assassination been attempted from rivals
And he say that they all gon' die
When talons fly, they wanna wash away your life, who they desire

Drop a bag, leave him dead for the shit that he said
He been focused on rap, and I'm straight with the killing
Get the drop, I been waitin', but I know we gon' get it
Youngin' bangin' the strap at the top of his fitted
Thirty shots at the car, and they still ain't hit me
I be fine 'cause I know that my ancestor with me
I be aided all night too whenever I'm out
Took the top off that Audi, turned that bitch to a sprinter
I took so many losses and came out a winner
On the block, I'ma clap 'em when we up in the winter
They know that a nigga been dealin' with feelings
I'm not lovin' these women or f*ckin' with niggas
Look at myself, I see blood on the picture
Remove 'em and then I get back to them digits
I throw a fifty, that tension, the ditch him
The reason he slumped, DOA in the Bentley
They don't know everything I did for this
Bang it off back-to-back, I live for this
In the northside sick, they ain't cure the kid
See that boy out of line and I zip the bitch
I give these niggas a energy kick
In the Benz with a Spider and a eight in that bitch
Standin' on business, I cater the list
Leave him dead in a foreign on the side his kid

He is a lost soul survivor
And assassination been attempted from rivals
And he say that they all gon' die
When talons fly, they wanna wash away your life, who they desire

I keep you rollin', this life that I chosen, got the one creep up on me
I be posted where the sun don't shine
And this the life of a shotta, I say that it's so deep (And, oh)
(Get it on 'til we can't for YoungBoy, sendin' shots through the night)
(Lone soul, stuntin' down, no, he ain't, say he gon' be the last one to survive)

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F*ck Da Industry

Look (17, 17)
I told him I'll blow this out
D-Roc, D-Roc
Look

Panamera convertible, still ain't lookin' like I'm richer
Dior fit straight out the stores, still look like I'm out them trenches
Felon that still deal with copes, still gon' send them f*ckin' hitters
Know I be on hella dope, still on drank to find my rhythm
Yeah, pussy niggas can't still keep up with me
Yeah, he been killin' shit, but still can't f*ck with me
Yeah, I got slimes that bang that fire, but still gon' shoot for free
Twelve can't control me, no, I'm on dope, dope, dope

I don't let shit go, I say, "No, no, no"
I just bought a brand new Glock and it ain't come up out the store
If an opp try to block me off, I shoot this bitch right on the road
I keep drugs inside my body and won't lеt 'em take my soul
Uh, uh, dope ass, nigga look likе he selling dope, huh? (Ass)
Pistol totin' ass nigga, keep that pole, huh (Keep that)
Check his swag, he act bad with these hoes, huh (With these, ah)
Killed that nigga 'bout that dissing, bet they know now
He wan' just be like his cousin Meechy, real f*ckin' slime
He wan' be just like that nigga Yeezy, he want Rolls, huh? (He want Rolls)
He just wan' be real f*ckin' shiesty like his uncle, huh? (Like his unc')
He just wan' be real f*ckin' icey like he Santa son
He say he don't wanna be nobody, he wanna be Lil Top (Be me)
He say he don't give a f*ck about it, just give him the guap (Nah, for real)
He say, "Y'all could make an album 'bout it, just don't f*ckin' try"
Get the f*ckin' industry on your side, you still gon' die

Panamera convertible, still ain't lookin' like I'm richer (Skrrt, skrrt)
Dior fit straight out the stores, still look like I'm out them trenches
Felon that still deal with copes, still gon' send them f*ckin' hitters
Know I be on hella dope, still on drank to find my rhythm
Yeah, pussy niggas can't still keep up with me
Yeah, he been killin' shit, but still can't f*ck with me
Yeah, I got slimes that bang that fire, but still gon' shoot for free
Twelve can't control me, no, I'm on dope, dope, dope

I'm probably f*ckin' on yo' ho (F*ckin' on yo')
No, they can't control me, probably spit on that lil' ho, yeah
Put me back in jail and I was still in there, on dope
Know that we don't give no f*ck, try splittin' him on the road (Yeah, yeah)
That my bro
Who be out the window? Mike Amiri, know I put it on
Gon' get killed if you don't kill me and I know I made it known
I'ma flex on 'em, told the bitch, "Don't call my phone"
Sent the blitz on 'em, run 'em down like bam, bam, bam
Don't give a f*ck 'bout who up here, we could shoot it down (Down)
Don't give a f*ck 'bout if you with it, you a part of the crowd, clown
You gon' die while you up in here when that blicky make the sound
Probably catch me smokin' loud, ridin' 'round in a

Panamera convertible, still ain't lookin' like I'm richer
Dior fit straight out the stores, still look like I'm out them trenches
Felon that still deal with copes, still gon' send them f*ckin' hitters
Know I be on hella dope, still on drank to find my rhythm
Yeah, pussy ass niggas can't still keep up with me
Yeah, he been killin' shit, but still can't f*ck with me
Yeah, I got slimes that bang that fire, but still gon' shoot for free
Twelve can't control me, no, I'm on dope, dope, dope

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Kamikaze

I got Hitman on the beat
Havokondabeat, bitch
Big steppin', no, no, no, no, I ain't worried
Yeah, man, they dyin' on the curb
Yeah, they die, but I ain't worried, look

Look, niggas cliquin' up like hoes, huh
Pull up and I'm strapped down with a lot of poles
You better have your flag if that's the gang you chose (Let's go)
You better hit the gas and get your name unknown (Bitch)

Nigga, this is a TEC-9 (Pew, pew, fah, fah)
Pull up at the right time, let the window down (Rrah, rrah)
You wan' bang out, we gon' bang out, you won't f*ck with slime
I leave that paint out, X your name out, put your name online
I say that list that put them bodies straight up in thе dirt
Young nigga live like kamikaze, might diе to get you murked
Check out my pants, check out my shirt
What's tucked up in come with a burst
If they up in, we come and search
Next time we spin, you gon' get murked

You scared to take your ass to church
And can't no pastor stop no headshot
Out the window with that red-dot, shooter sped off
Knocked out that bitch, head off
I'm the murder man (Pew, pew, baow, baow)
No time for playin', this Glock come with a burst
Bitch, try anything
Nigga, this that Squid Game
Bitch, I make 'em cop out
When he catch him, let that six hang
Bet he gon' get knocked off
We gon' bang out, we gon' bang out, ain't no standin' down
We let that stick off from the street while all your family 'round
If you want beef, my brothers creep
Fire from the Glock put you to sleep
I'm in the Bayou, in the seat
Big slimes petite, we wet your feet
We bend your curb, bitch, play with me
Bitch, they gon' bury you in a week
You know YB f*ck all them streams
I love to hear the chopper speak

Nigga, this is a TEC-9 (Pew, pew, fah, fah)
Pull up at the right time, let the window down (Rrah, rrah)
You wan' bang out, we gon' bang out, you won't f*ck with slime
I leave that paint out, X your name out, put your name online
I say that list that put them bodies straight up in the dirt
Young nigga live like kamikaze, might die to get you murked
Check out my pants, check out my shirt
What's tucked up in come with a burst
If they up in, we come and search
Next time we spin, you gon' get murked

In the hood I grew up, I was taught not to bluff
Strapped down in the truck, doped up, bitch
Time to shoot up the scene, Glock .17, no lemon squeeze and no switch
I'ma make you scream right off the bat, I up this Gat', so don't flinch
Can't get this monkey off my back, I'm poppin' pills with dopin'
Navigator with a TEC-9, f*ck a hater, bitch, it's my time
Been havin' thoughts on slangin' iron since my big brother Dave died
Certified stepper 'bout mine, come off the top with that iron
Up out my motherf*ckin' mind, certain they gon' die by my fire
I beat the block 'til I die, no sense in grandpa keep tryin'
I got my flag, I'm throwin' signs behind enemy lines
Control the gas, the one who drivin', bang that red, he a slime
Got low eyes, but still don't try me
I'm strapped and ready right now, nigga, ah

Nigga, this is a TEC-9 (Pew, pew, fah, fah)
Pull up at the right time, let the window down (Rrah, rrah)
You wan' bang out, we gon' bang out, you won't f*ck with slime
I leave that paint out, X your name out, put your name online
I say that list that put them bodies straight up in the dirt
Young nigga live like kamikaze, might die to get you murked
Check out my pants, check out my shirt
What's tucked up in come with a burst
If they up in, we come and search
Next time we spin, you gon' get murked, bitch

I got Hitman on the beat
Havokondabeat, bitch

---

Swerving

(We love you, Heavy)
Oh
(Say 10, stay dangerous)

Swervin' on the E-way, on the E, it's 'bout six
Chains across a nigga neck, it cost me a brick
Throw away the burner, and you know I had to throw away my bitch (Medusa got that pressure)
Cross that line, nigga, Top gon' introduce you to some raw shit
New .23, I bought this, they don't know nothin' 'bout this (Know nothin' 'bout)
Tryna flash 'em, blast 'em, smash 'em, then go change my outfit
Goldman's Sachs, got that 4 Magnum, I be on straight boss shit
Bullets faded like Ross, I let you have 'em if you cross me
It's a new Patek, my nigga, I'm strapped up, they ain't check my denim
It go down, straight up, we send him, bro 'nem let off shots out rentals
Four new million, don't be speakin', they be tryna find my rhythm
Be tryna find out how I killed 'em
Check my swag, it's like a Demon ridin'

Swervin' on the E-way, on the E, it's 'bout six
With them demon babies
Wet the block, Osama crazy
Chain look like some Now and Laters
Gettin' lit, start changin' face
Shoot the scene like Morgan Tracy
Tell 'em I be YoungBoy, baby

Look, slidin' in a Porsche, turnt up in my rear view
Think I hear Big Dump inside my ear, don't let 'em steal you
We be standin' on shit throughout the year, they get killed too
Vacuum seal, that money dried up, and my tears too
Lil' bro ain't even out of middle school, but on pills too
And he keep a tool if he see you, he gon' get at you
Let a nigga try to top off fightin', we gon' hit at you
Keep an evil look inside my eyes, I'm on jigaboo

Swervin' on the E-way, on the E, it's 'bout six
With them demon babies
Wet the block, Osama crazy
Chain look like some Now and Laters
Gettin' lit, start changin' face
Shoot the scene like Morgan Tracy
Tell 'em I be YoungBoy, baby

Beatin' 'em in that dipper, it come with deadly credentials
Stick be full of lead, that's pencils, they'll write you off if you whistle
I got shit I put in order, they think that youngin' my lil' one
We go toe-to-toe with katanas, shovel graveyards, that's my symbol
I ain't use no gloves to package, that's my fingerprints, redo shippin'
We let junior drive, road blastin', ten from out the MAC just to flip 'em
Change your 'fit, switch out your pan, and burn the rental (Yeah, yeah)
Well-trained, 4KTrey, hollow sounds, f*ckin' spin 'em

Swervin' on the E-way, on the E, it's 'bout six
With them demon babies
Wet the block, Osama crazy
Chain look like some Now and Laters
Gettin' lit, start changin' face
Shoot the scene like Morgan Tracy
Tell 'em I be YoungBoy, baby (YoungBoy, baby)

---

Stay the Same

Pipe that shit up, TnT

Tryna take my pain but staying the same
F*ck you, you can die
Tryna heal my soul with the smoke, see my life in that fire
Tell me I ain't it, you don't want me, you ain't gotta lie
All burners F.N., let him suffer, he ain't gotta die
Huh, drop your stupid ass off just me and my dawg
Steady tellin' him how the bitch get down
Why he steady telling me, she ain't love me at all?
Came from the street, I was ready for the beef
Me and Ten strapped down when we walk through the mall
I 'member that day you would ride me around
I remember sneaking in and out papa house
Trailblazer with a Glock in a bag, two pounds
They got Dracs, they send a case
New Orleans lying to my face, I left my heart in no place
I spilt some R in a Wraith
Tell 'em, ten and I take it to another level
Go and buy another bezel
Oh, oh, oh, oh

They throw signs, ain't no treason
I'ma take that dive out the deep end
Then I'm on that slime allegiance
F*ck these hoes, they can go
I don't need no set back, just need you to sit back
Point me where that check at
Ain't f*cked up 'bout money
But it's comin' in, comin' in, stackin' on top of each other
I ain't tellin' them about nothin'
Come through dumpin' and dumpin', they flip 'em and step on another
Startin' to feel a nigga gettin' dumber and dumber
I'm knowin' that I should not trust her
Scarred for real, all out war in the field
I'm holdin' fifteen in my llama
Never give up and that's word to my momma
Making 'em happy, mistake me for Donna
Show us somethin' different, mistake me for daddy
I'm the one know where the place you can find 'em
I'm the one who set the African times
She knowin' I miss her, she knowin' I'm wantin' her
But everything she been making me go through, I been holding against her

Tryna take my pain but staying the same
F*ck you, you can die
Tryna heal my soul with the smoke, see my life in that fire
Tell me I ain't it, you don't want me, you ain't gotta lie
All burners F.N., let him suffer, he ain't gotta die
Huh, drop your stupid ass off just me and my dawg
Steady tellin' him how the bitch get down
Why he steady telling me, she ain't love me at all?
Came from the street, I was ready for the beef
Me and Ten strapped down when we walk through the mall
I 'member that day you would ride me around
I remember sneaking in and out papa house
Trailblazer with a Glock in a bag, two pounds
They got Dracs, they send a case
New Orleans lying to my face, I left my heart in no place
I spilt some R in a Wraith
Tell 'em, ten and I take it to another level
Go and buy another bezel
Oh, oh, oh, oh

---

Home Ain't Home

Ayo, Hzrd, run that shit back
D-Roc, D-Roc

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Feelin' like my home ain't no home
And I been feelin' like the ones who I know love me all gone

Back then, when I ain't had no money
Lil Tug would pay for me to eat
Three in the mornin', time to go home
Jordan walked me halfway up the street
They say I'm weak, but I ain't beat
I'm stronger than shit that they believe
Blood on my body, I'm steady bleedin', I think I'm stuck up in the streets
Still got my momma but I'm still lookin' for my grandma love
Used to sell drugs to ones who do, but now, I'm the one that does
I'm in love with her, but this ain't my home, I can't stay right here
Sorry momma, I left, it been some years
I ain't got no one to trust
Sittin' right here, just waitin' for to be killed

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Feelin' like my home ain't no home
And I been feelin' like the ones who I know love me all gone
I been tryna find my way on my own
It ain't nothin' that been comin' from it
Nothin' good been comin' from it
From my momma womb to a broken home
And I'm who that's gonna make it from it
I'm the one who made it from it

[Rod Wave]
Okay, made it from it, uh, made it from it
Shots fired, man down, real dangerous slidin'
We built this house up from the ground and let 'em take it from us
Lord knows I love that girl to death and she hate me for it
Oh, Lord, oh, Lord, still feel pain, so scarred
Three houses but no home, yeah
No love to call my own, yeah
Still don't feel good all alone, yeah, mm, yeah, uh

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Feelin' like my home ain't no home
And I been feelin' like the ones who I know love me all gone
I been tryna find my way on my own
It ain't nothin' that been comin' from it
Nothin' good been comin' from it
From my momma womb to a broken home
And I'm who that's gonna make it from it
I'm the one who made it from it

---

7 Days

(I got Hitman on the beat)
There ain't no love for her
I been M.I.A. though
(Marcuss, you killin' the beat)
Ayy, f*ck ya, f*ck ya too
Murder gang

I ain't tryna say a thing, nigga, I can barely think
I said I quit for seven days, and then I'm back on drank
I been tryna calm down, nigga, you should do the same
Still ain't puttin' these guns down, all I know is leave a stain
Hold on, I got a reason 'bout why I came through bleedin'
Bitch, this for my brothers up in jail, and they can't see me
Real gang baby, dealin' with these demons, it ain't easy
They say that I go crazy, pistols blazin', straps got built-in beams in

If I said it, bitch, I mean it
Gettin' dirty with my clean ass
Double R, back then, it used to be a blue Jag'
Dirty bitch just want cash, fall for it, my wrong ass
Play games, I can't pass
Only thing I want is you smashed
Dirty bitch, you ain't my ho, don't call my phonе with your dog ass
You f*ckin' 'round with the other side, don't bе inside when that car crash
Four flat, with my hood on, got a twelve gauge like I'm Milat
Nawfside, better not spin through that
Pussy nigga won't make it back, XD and a fully MAC
Youngin' out the window like, "I told ya" (Bitch, I told ya)
Tryna knock your motherf*ckin' head from off your shoulders
You want beef? Okay, I been doin' this for too long, son, (Bet)
I say, "Murder, you know we gon' get you gone, son" (Stretch)

I ain't tryna say a thing, nigga, I can barely think
I said I quit for seven days, and then I'm back on drank
I been tryna calm down, nigga, you should do the same
Still ain't puttin' these guns down, all I know is leave a stain
Hold on, I got a reason 'bout why I came through bleedin'
Bitch, this for my brothers up in jail, and they can't see me
Real gang baby, dealin' with these demons, it ain't easy
They say that I go crazy, pistols blazin', straps got built-in beams in

Ain't with me, I say that they all around for that reason
Oh Lord, tell 'em, "F*ck 'em," now they say that they don't need me
They can't get that money on they own, so they subpoena me
Hold on, broke bitch, my top back, one opp black, red scenery
I'm the one who pulled up luxury machine
I'm the one who made them youngins go step on him
F*ck that nigga can't rep off me, murder, we gon' take that shit to 3rd degree
Talkin' at one time, stretch three
Talkin' at one time, kill three
FN-45 with a hammer, Drac' with a drum, thirty-round banana
They blow that strap back after back
If one connect, that bitch gon' slam 'em
Red tips we gon' handle him
Pallbearers, I'ma hand 'em him
My thoughts gone, whole life just temp'



I ain't tryna say a thing, nigga, I can barely think
I said I quit for seven days, and then I'm back on drank
I been tryna calm down, nigga, you should do the same
Still ain't puttin' these guns down, all I know is leave a stain
Hold on, I got a reason 'bout why I came through bleedin'
Bitch, this for my brothers up in jail, and they can't see me
Real gang baby, dealin' with these demons, it ain't easy
They say that I go crazy, pistols blazin', straps got built-in beams in

---

Digital

(Medusa, what you on, nigga?)
(We love you, Heavy)
(Say 10, stay dangerous)
Look

Digital scale with a digital pole
My old-head, he like to play baseball
He ain't gotta worry 'bout what I do 'cause I'm gon' get me some dough
Stack my money up and then I buy an old-school on 24s

I'm a motherf*cking gangster, mama, thank you (Yeah, yeah)
I spent my whole life in war, my life in danger
That's on my backpack with a stack and I'ma spank you (Baow, baow)
Gravedigger f*ckin' spin 'em, gonna stain 'em
So many chains, they might get tangled
This pack what I'm smokin' famous
Fillin' places, get it to the point where we just fight with bangers
YoungBoy just like Bruce Wayne
Paul Pierce, John Wall
This for to when I was locked up in the feds, ain't answer one call
Bitch, you know you better turn down, I'ma stand up
This money holdin' all my jeans down, can't pull my pants up
You seen 'em stop the stolo, spin around, unlock my window, thug
This clown-ass nigga gon' try to run then hit the ground as soon as it bust
Know I got it in the clutch
Do or die, no one to trust
Cold and my heart cold
Bangin' 'til I'm out of breath
Hustle 'til I can't no more
Smokin' joes to ease the stress
With my nigga, he a mess
We in the old model stock 'Vette

Digital scale with a digital pole
My old-head, he like to play baseball
He ain't gotta worry 'bout what I do 'cause I'm gon' get me some dough
Stack my money up and then I buy an old-school on 24s

I'm a motherf*cking gangster, mama, thank you
Came out the yard with hard and now I'm rich and famous, oh, oh, oh
Been a felon since '17, they say I'm dangerous
'Cause they know every time they catch me, I got a banger (Yeah, slime, slime)
Grandma died, I meant Baba, I picked up my prayer beads
Evil and don't like to talk, I think I'm a rare breed
In the city, know I bust brains, green flag, demon seed
Kill two, that's Siamese, I'm on the 8 right where the river be
Epitome, go tell 'em they can't get rid of me, nah
If my life a stick, my youngins, they gon' kill to eat, ah
I got four-door matte black Range Rovers, I got ten cars
Bought my mama a house in Houston and moved grandpa from out that North

Digital scale with a digital pole
My old-head, he like to play baseball
He ain't gotta worry 'bout what I do 'cause I'm gon' get me some dough
Stack my money up and then I buy an old-school on 24s

Yeah, this Slime, man
Lil Top, this Slimeto
You already know what it is, 4K Trey
Northside 38, we put guns to the face, who gon' die today?
Bitch-ass nigga, ain't nobody safe
My old-head, he play baseball, nigga
I'm tryna get me a Cully
I'm tryna get me a Cullinan with the top down on 24s, believe that

---

Vette Motors

Hit that light for me, let me roll this leaf
(Beezo need cash only, ya dig?)
(OG Parker)
(Oh Lord, jetson made another one)
Uh, hmm, let's do it, huh

Bitch, I'm toxic, kickin' your shit, you better watch it, woah, woah
Just unzipped my pants, cash stuffed down all in my pockets (Pockets)
Put her in Hermès, now I got all these niggas jockin'
My weight up and now I got the power
Tell 'em, "Lil' slime gon' spray on cowards"
Your ho in this bitch, it's a money shower
Starin' too hard, won't be my main
Drippin' sauce, won't give me brain
Paint that Maybach, pure cocaine
F*ck goin' on? They wan' do somethin', hold on, grr, grr

Cutlass, 'Vette motors inside my hood, yeah
Prince inside my hood, yеah, "Let's get this understood," I said (I said)
I bе with the masked men and they all unheard of (Unheard of)
One eighty-seven, just spent me a seven
Need Christian V steppin', they know it's a murder, this fit unheard of

Bad like her friend, huh, I see why that's her twin (Her twin)
Four hoes at the Drury Inn, I got 'em in rotation (Got 'em)
Once they leave, look like they soul taken
I got 'em, like, "Oh, baby" (Oh, baby)
Chopper for chopper go dollar for dollar
I'm takin' the problems away from my mama
I turned up my sister, show love to my brother
I be liking all my stylists
Hold on, haircut fresh by stylist
Hold on, new coupe, ain't no mileage (Huh?)
Bitch, I'm toxic, kickin' your shit, you better watch it
Crash out, turn up, bought that bitch that rock and told her, "It better not get shown once, ho" (Better not)

Fill up a clip or go fill up a safe (Buh, buh, buh, buh)
Fill up a clip or go fill up a safe (Buh, buh, buh, buh)
Cross his chest, I spray that Drac'
Uh, uh, uh, uh, piss on somethin' with diamond chains

New machine (Skrrt), count it up, nigga, yeah
F*ckin' with mathematics
Twenty million on thirty, not far from Cali'
Put her in Prada, I'm up in Valley
Let's do it, tote gun smoke, blow static, uh (Brrt)
F*ck up the mattress, then fill up another one
F*ck on her, that Patek, I bought her another one
Kick my shit, I'm in this bitch, we're lit by three hoes (Lit by, lit by)
Whip that Maybach in the street, cash out on three, let's go
Hypnotizin' yo' ho, we be turnin' her out
Do that dude sh-? I ain't runnin' my mouth
Which one you workin'? I'm clockin' it out
Startin' the Rolls from inside of the house

Cutlass, 'Vette motors inside my hood, yeah
Prince inside my hood, yeah, "Let's get this understood," I said (I said)
I be with the masked men and they all unheard of (Unheard of)
One eighty-seven, just spent me a seven
Need Christian V steppin', they know it's a murder, this fit unheard of

[Verse 4]
She in with shottas, we pourin' up lines from out of the bottle (From out of the bottle)
My beanie Amiri, Giuseppe, I'm steppin', I locked in my stylist, I pay it (I pay it)
Treat my bitch like all new whips, that's upgrade models (Upgrade models)
My bitch walk 'round with one milli', I say, "Yeah, yeah" (Bitch, yeah)

Fill up a clip or go fill up a safe (Fill up, buh, buh, buh)
Fill up a clip or go fill up a safe (Brr, bop, bop, buh)
Cross his chest, I spray that Drac'
Uh, uh, uh, uh, piss on somethin' with diamond chains

My weight up and now I got the power
Tell 'em, lil' slime, "Gon' spray on cowards"
Your ho in this bitch, it's a money shower
Starin' too hard, won't be my main
Drippin' sauce, wan' give me brain
Paint that Maybach, pure cocaine
F*ck goin' on? They wan' do somethin', hold on, grr, grr, grr

---

Slow Down

(Turn me up, Dissan)
(D-Roc)

Eagle's beak to the street, flowers bought to put on a grave
I'm wishin' when it's time that my grandbaby do the same
Look in your eyes, mama, you full of pain
I'm so sorry that I never changed
Baby mama, I'm trippin'
Oh, so now can you forgive me?
Smokin' my lungs when I'm wishin'
I need the book that's been written
I'm on a quest, they left a money trail, oh
And I ain't go to Heaven 'cause I live in Hell, oh
Peter Pan dope, tan dope, man, no luck, though, it ain't blowin'
'Cause he ain't have an Ace, he had a Jack
Lookin at you gon' get your shit bust, you booked, bro, try the jet
That's a new double-R truck and that's a stolo four-door Jag

I didn't wanna live 'round town
Different groups with different kind of colors on 'em
And they all got guns on 'em
I've been wavin', but nobody slowed down

Ooh
Ah

Life like Soprano, trunk filled with ammo
Feel I get more lost the more rich I get
Long as you gone, I start to care no more
Read the encyclopedia, my flaws on Wikipedia
Broken souls, ain't nothin' but creatures here
If I blow the strap, I'm leavin' you (Look here)
Ball for the media, no, cheer for the sunlight
Woke up in snowstorm on a slow night
Christ gon' return, right?
Money talk like the Eiffel Tower
Nigga, that's I
I take A and place over you and the D come when you die
Uh, leave you with a liquor disease
The blick that they bought tension and we brought some sticks for to squeeze
He get stuffed in some leaves, tell a truck to stay out my way
Ain't been friendin' with nobody 'cause I know it ain't safe

I didn't wanna live 'round town
Different groups with different kind of colors on 'em
And they all got guns on 'em
I've been wavin', but nobody slowed down

---

Don't Rate Me

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
Kacey, Khaliel
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm (Ayy, ayy)
Hmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm, yeah, yeah

Pull up in it, they can't afford this
Now check how I get it, they can't record this (Yeah, yeah)
Put myself on top a brand new level, I just bought a bigger bezel
Got her, she'll never leave me, know that I'll never let her

Do-Re-Mi, that money come in purple and blue
Hold on, I had to tell 'em
Don't rate me, it ain't no limit to the things that I do
Now let me talk the blues

The head, I chop 'em, I could vision helicopters
I'ma keep that Hell I caught you, inside green and slimy
Know I'm shinin', but can't count my pockets
They can't stop me, I got the flu, it was sent to me
Know that they never could get to me
I got them out like a mini-me
Feelin' the symphony, turnin' his head to a centerpiece
Know they gon' try to get rid of me
Vision the scene when I'm plannin' on billin' me
Concrete body, they ain't tippin' me, tell 'em, "Try and see"
Millionaire, runnin' for a B, they ain't got more bread than me
Paid tuition fees, she bring the head to me
Got fire on my feet (Yeah)

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again (Quavo):]
Do-Re-Mi, that money come in purple and blue
Hold on, I had to tell 'em
Don't rate me, it ain't no limit to the things that I do
Now let me talk the blues
Don't save me 'cause I'm not savin' you
You better get it, boy
Don't hate me (Yeah), I'm gon' forever do what I do (Quavo)
I know you feel me, boy

[Quavo:]
I got a huncho (Cash), get you peeled for some blue strips (Blue)
Upgraded all my hollows to them blue tips (Suu)
Rated R (Yeah), lotta violence, nigga, set it off (Set it off, oh, oh, oh)
Lotta steppin' in the field (Step), coin toss (Uh)
Brick by brick, we built this shit (Brick)
Hands-on, flip the switch (Flip it)
F*ck a bitch (Woo), fell in love once and I can't go again (No)
It's YB and 'Cho and we got everybody rich (On God)
Bitch, I play on D and I get everybody hit (Uh)
Eight hunnid on the AP, I had to buy that shit (Woo, woo)
Ten toes rockin' shit (Ten), Nawfside prodigy (Nawf)
Momma told me every time I go up, they gon' hate me (Momma)
It's okay, mama, 'cause this Glock don't got safety (Rah)

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
Do-Re-Mi, that money come in purple and blue
Hold on, I had to tell 'em
Don't rate me, it ain't no limit to the things that I do
Now let me talk the blues
Don't save me 'cause I'm not savin' you
You better get it, boy
Don't hate me, I'm gon' forever do what I do
I know you feel me, boy

Kacey, Khaliel

---

Proof

(Ayo, Ran, turn that up)
I've been
I don't even know when I'm doin' good

You go, you leave if you want to
Misguide me usin' your body (Ooh)
You know I'm lovin' you (What you feelin' like?)
What that do?
I wan' see you, I'm like I wanna see you too
Bought Jimmy Choo, Pucci, Prada, Balmain too
I'm a shotta, millions of dollars, how you get me glued to you?
Jump out the coupe, I flew the Lear to a place in her mind, no clue
Beggin' me to say the truth, I can't explain without no proof

So much shit I had to face, I'm up to date, I made it through
He dirty, worked him with that K 'cause he got paid that's so cool
My mind feel chained, heart up in flames
Soul full of pain, along the way, a lonely go
Chris is the chain, got the crowd sayin' my name
There's a new Maybach truck over there ten times I ain't drove, I'm sold
That's my childhood friend named named Mel on the phone
Right now he f*cked up tellin' me to hold it down
I'm all alone, he got a disease inside his body, I'm tryna pay for to get it gone
I'm never sleep when he asleep, soon as he call, pick up the phone
Life sticked me deep inside the streets, duckin' bullets, runnin' home
Long range shots fired, I learned to return with my first chrome
You knockin' on my window, Mel, I miss granddaddy home
She ain't stick with me on the come-up, but now she with me that I'm on

You go, you leave if you want to
Misguide me usin' your body
You got me, oh
You know I'm lovin' you (What you feelin' like?)
What that do?
I wan' see you, I'm like I wanna see you too
Bought Jimmy Choo, Pucci, Prada, Balmain too
I'm a shotta, millions of dollars, how you get me glued to you?
Jump out the coupe, I flew the Lear to a place in her mind, no clue
Beggin' me to say the truth, I can't explain without no proof

Sporsinator, terminator, swing with the God, come out the roof
I bleed the block, I be the truth, am who I'm not 'til my shit blue
Is who I'm are, I'm not who they say I'm is, I'm this way until the day I'm killed
Tryna save up thirty dollars to thirty mil', oh, yeah, my God real
I ain't had my rod, they wet up my whole car, duck from a line of steel
This ain't no façade, as a child, I had it hard, as a man, I shed tears
In my daughter eyes, I see her future, fell out of love, now I beef with Cupid
She don't know how to love, she think I'm stupid (Nah, for real), bitch
This my girl, what I say, she do it, with a girl who I met out when tourin'
Skippin' school, gotta run from truant, victim to the streets, he murder shit
He took off, tried to run, I had a clear shot where the hurdle went
Tried diggin' from that Altima, he heard that thirty spit
Fell in love with her in middle school, but my nigga took the bitch
She wanna go, we tear apart, she ain't cut for this

You go, you leave if you want to
Misguide me usin' your body
You got me, oh
You know I'm lovin' you (What you feelin' like?)
What that do?
I wan' see you, I'm like I wanna see you too
Bought Jimmy Choo, Pucci, Prada, Balmain too
I'm a shotta, millions of dollars, how you get me glued to you?
Jump out the coupe, I flew the Lear to a place in her mind, no clue
Beggin' me to say the truth, I can't explain without no proof

I can't explain without no proof
Can't do no controllin' you

---

4KT Baby

(Xclusive made this)
(D-Roc)
Uh-uh, ayy, this YoungBoy, nigga, what it is?
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
How you ben feelin' out there, nigga
How you been doin'? Mm, mm
You got your steel? Mm, oh-oh, no
Ayy, keep your head up, five

I don't know what the f*ck would make them niggas try to play us
Or wanna hate us
That be that doped up shit that get your motherf*ckin' head bust
Ride with my dude, he servin' food, and he just fed somethin'
Don't be confused, we got 'em tools, and then go yeah somethin'
These pussy niggas scared of that dark side and that's where I roll at
And bitch, you know that
Keep a .22 tucked where my toe at
New school, I was tryna blow that
Go make a diss with yo' f*ckin' ho ass
I can't wait to leave you dead with a f*ckin' toe tag, bitch

Send a blitz so they gon' get at me
Oh, I live on the wrong side of options
We be zippin' shit, know I be at war
That's 'cause we just sent like thirty through they car door
Got his mask on, fah, fah, fah, that's a 4KTrey baby
Walk up on 'em, lay shit down, that's them 4KTrey babies
Keep his flag, you know he bangin' green, 4KTrey baby
Nawfside, concentration, 38, lil' slime crazy

Knock up on they door and talk Jamaican, what they say?
They don't need no AC, but I think that's where he stay
Wait 'til he come home, give him a hot bed (oh, oh)
We gon' be blaming' at his shit 'til we pop his head (Oh, oh)
Can't get my daddy off in court
Can't get my nigga off them pills
Watch your back 'cause this shit real
You can't stand up to that steel
F*ck these hoes, just get your dough
And keep a chopper where you live
We recruited some more soldiers
We won't die up in the field
Shoot the FN where that pussy nigga head at, huh
I got big straps and big Gats
And K2, that dope pack
Know I gotta pour the drank up, where that four at?
Got them young niggas runnin' with me and everyone be on that

Send a blitz so they gon' get at me
Oh, I live on the wrong side of options
We be zippin' shit, know I be at war
That's 'cause we just sent like thirty through they car door
Got his mask on, fah, fah, fah, that's a 4KTrey baby
Walk up on 'em, lay shit down, that's them 4KTrey babies
Keep his flag, you know he bangin' green, 4KTrey baby
Nawfside, concentration, 38, lil' slime crazy

---

The North Bleeding

Ayy, yo, Bands, what you cookin'?
It's Malik on the track
Look

No new shoes 'til momma get her taxes
Police harass me 'cause it's thug life, survival tactics
From a shoebox to my mattress, from my mattress to the bank
Been doin' this shit since I was 17, you think that I can't think?
My gangsta, what the f*ck you think?
'Bout these cold killers and dope sniffers that run with me
Seen that I don't f*ck with 'em, now they come for me
They know he keep it tucked with him
Now which one y'all wanna romp with me?
Back against the wall, real through it all, now they wan' see me bleed

Sun don't shine no more, the rain don't fall
I'll be back on my feet soon as the time come 'round
I stack that money up tall just in case bad days call
I heard they comin' to see me, tell 'em, "It won't be easy," woah
Lay down that window, then they spray 'round, nigga, walk, walk
Bitch, lay your pussy ass on the floor, big 4KTrey and I want all the smoke
Two hunnid for lil' bro a pole and he told me he didn't need it
We fell off 'cause I was loaded, she just flashed, and I was leanin'

Black Forces, my gun, you cannot see, I'm lookin' like I'm thievin'
I feel it in the air like like Beanie Sigel, and, bitch, I'm rich like John Cena
I keep it gangsta like Hot Beezy, I'm talkin' to Stunna, I'm finna leave her
He got a chick with a bad daughter, I told him, "See if she want me"
That's twenty mill' for me, and here goes thirty mill' for you, thug
Bless the shooter and f*ck these hoes, these niggas wasn't raised like us
Shoot the burner 'til you hear, "Click," never tried to make a shoe fit
Baby momma f*ckin' them, they tried to kill me, nasty, dirty bitch, you know

The rain don't fall
I'll be back on my feet soon as the time come 'round
I stack that money up tall just in case bad days call
I heard they comin' to see me, tell 'em, "It won't be easy," woah
Lay down that window, then they spray 'round, nigga, walk, walk
(Lay yo flunky ass down, where that money at?)
Big 4KTrey and I want all the smoke
Two hunnid for my bro, a pole
Swervin' in that Rolls, 'member back up in the day it was a stolo

Turn that ass 'round lil' thottie-ottie mami
Take your pants off and come get on me, on me
Oh shakalaka, twerk it, drop it, mami
She say she want a thug nigga, she told me that she love me

Bitch, I ain't got no budget, tag that nigga
Cadillac on twenty-fours, this that Nawf swag, nigga
And I'm bland with your ho, I'm just singin' riddles
I'm like La, la, la, tell your boyfriend I'll kill 'em
Plenty hitters, nigga, and I pulled 'em up in transition
At your car, shoot dirty Glocks, and I got all your transmission
How you try to run, li' daddy? Stupid, all your pants missin'
F*ckin' doofus, we too ruthless, he just wanna smash niggas
And she know that dude, that gang got dead bodies
It's a true crime, po, shawty know I get it on
Bangin' like this Saint's Row, I made my bones inside the Nawf
She tryna help me take it slow

Sun don't shine no more, the rain don't fall
I'll be back on my feet soon as the time come 'round
I stack that money up tall just in case bad days call
I heard they comin' to see me, tell 'em, "It won't be easy," woah
Lay down that window, then they spray 'round, nigga, walk, walk
Bitch, lay your pussy ass on the floor, big 4KTrey and I want all the smoke
Two hunnid for lil' bro a pole and he told me he didn't need it
We fell off 'cause I was loaded, she just flashed, and I was leanin

Turn that ass 'round lil' thottie-ottie mami
Take your pants off and come get on me, on me
Oh shakalaka, twerk it, drop it, mami
She say she want a thug nigga, she told me that she love me

---

Loner Life

(Hzrd went crazy on that motherf*cker)

You still think about me and don't like the way that I live
Still can't figure out the way my heart is
She know that I'm a problem, "He's alone and not much love, he ain't got none" (Woo-woo)
Thirty poppa came over (Woo, thirty poppa), come out the window, hangover (Woo)
Super trendy, put that shit on with no stylist, yeah, yeah
Whole lotta benjis, a hunnid bands like ten thousand, uh

She know I got that bag, I want her back (Woo)
She know I'ma stand on this shit, ok
Turn the phone off 'til my whole grind turn on
Rich and he ain't got no mind, what's wrong?
I got the money, I changed my persona
Bulletproof whip, how I'm gon' hit the corner, I'm in it (Woo, in it, I'm in it, yeah)
Standin' on top of these niggas, yeah
Momma, you got it, I did it, yeah
On top of the mountains with millions, woah (Woo)
My kids gon' have it, they gon' get it (Woo)
I just might go buy my sister a Bentley
I just might give my grandfather a ticket (Top)
She know I'm a thug nigga, I got hitters, and know I got drugs with me
From the bottom, the Nawf, grew up in it
I come home from jail and they wanna put slugs in me
'Cause I'm standin' on business, don't f*ck with them, nada percentage
The pendant got floods in it
Switch the whips and you know they gon' rub different
From the gutter and still in the mud with it
Double R (Double R, double R), I take the top off that muhf*cker'
I pull up in that Rover, it's truck color
Up inside the Goyard, that's a dirty cutter
I done ran up that fetty on all these niggas
Bullets run like confetti, you played with it
Come from walking with holes inside my tennis
I accomplished some goals, ain't playin' tennis (Come on, slime)

You still think about me and don't like the way that I live
Still can't figure out the way my heart is
She know that I'm a problem, "He's alone and not much love, he ain't got none" (Woo-woo)
Thirty poppa came over (Thirty poppa), come out the window, hangover (Woo, hangover)
Super trendy, put that shit on with no stylist, yeah, yeah
Whole lotta benjis, a hunnid bands like ten thousand, uh

---

Acclaimed Emotions

Say she really like a nigga, she know I'm f*cking with her
She don't know that we be at war, they be tryna kill us
Northside where I grew up, not too far from by the river
And I always knew I'd come far ever since I was a lil' one (D-Roc)

Nah, for real
I always knew that like, I'd be, I'd be doing something special with my life one day
I done been through a lot in life
I kinda, I see the bigger picture of things now
I ain't really like just to full on a lot but you know I'm aware
Shit, nigga, I done came up from the bottom, like literally

Went from stolo surfing to a own Rolls
Come from hand-me-downs to his own clothes
No facade, he on it and he don't fold
Couple niggas dead all behind songs
Fit look like I'm from Hong Kong
Going through court behind a dirty game
Can't let them see me and I don't got nothin'
Mama, I'm a gangster, please forgive me, I'm so gone
Life in danger, they gon' kill me, don't do no running at all
I done got serious, things done changed, got that money standing tall
I don't need that Range, I just woke up and bought that car

Say she really like a nigga, she know I'm f*cking with her
She don't know that we be at war, they be tryna kill us
Northside where I grew up, not too far from by the river
And I always knew I'd come far ever since I was a lil' one

Ooh, yeah yeah yeah
Out the jungle I grew
Oh, nah nah nah nah
They don't know my pain, ooh

They shot, I duck
Thank God they ain't struck
Bases is loaded, I'm filling it up
Get to that money, I'm sending it up
Only a few that I know I can trust
All that I got, I ain't giving it up
Ducking from bullets inside of my truck, what the f*ck?
This a dirty game, brought a lot of pain
They don't know the story, so why should I feel shame?
I don't want the glory, I just want the finer things
New check for that money, it been acclaimed
Hold on, she calling me

Say she really like a nigga, she know I'm f*cking with her
She don't know that we be at war, they be tryna kill us
Northside where I grew up, not too far from by the river
And I always knew I'd come far ever since I was a lil' one

Ooh, yeah yeah yeah
Out the jungle I grew
Oh, nah nah nah nah
They don't know my pain, ooh
Young stolo-surfer got a Rolls
Oh ah ah ah ah

Young stolo-surfer got a Rolls, nigga
Believe that
This when them gangsters finish they plan
Even though we all one together, we stand, nigga, it's 4KTrey

---

Wagwan

(It's a Menace Beat, boy)

Michael Jordan, 23 (Ooh)
I'm too street for industry (Ooh)
Shawty know that we ain't coppin' pleas, no
I been guilty for your love and I plead now
Take the stress out, this my lean cup (Ooh-ooh)
Now I'm hoppin' out, I ain't freezin' up (Ooh)
I took all the Ls, still ain't givin' up
For to get this shit I walked through hell, and I ain't givin' nothin'

She say, "Hey" to me, I say, "Wagwan"
Gotta keep the strong walkin' through my slums
Why don't they just let me be? Think I got signs
That I only got myself, you not my kind
You, you are too cool
Come get what I need, then I'm through
I see you like me, I like you too
And I like the money, I know you do

Expedition
Got a new stick, new clip for the tension
Make 'em youngins wet the whole block if you mention me
People hatin' on me and you act like you ain't seein' it
Better not let me find out you a frenemy
Brother always said, "How yo' friend turn a enemy?"
Them niggas know I said what I said, they plan on endin' me
Money always keep a nigga calm like it's canning me
Young nigga pull up in Saint Laurent, look like he sellin' keys
Push start, wireless keys (Ooh)
Flyback in Carson, shawty overseas
Tell her, "Bring me back some Louis V, and some bape clothes"
I pour up syrup inside my drank, and ain't no taste gone
Shawty got that check and she left, guess her love gone
Wet up a whole block with that TEC, and then they get gone
I can't get cloned, known to spin 'round
They gon' speak on us 'til I put flex down

She say, "Hey" to me, I say, "Wagwan"
Gotta keep the strong walkin' through my slums
Why don't they just let me be? Think I got signs
That I only got myself, you not my kind
You, you are too cool
Come get what I need, then I'm through
I see you like me, I like you too
And I like the money, I know you do

Michael Jordan, 23 (Ooh)
I'm too street for industry (Ooh)
Shawty know that we ain't coppin' pleas, no
I been guilty for your love and I plead now
Take the stress out, this my lean cup (Ooh-ooh)
Now I'm hoppin' out, I ain't freezin' up (Ooh)
I took all the Ls, still ain't givin' up
For to get this shit I walked through hell, and I ain't givin' nothin'

---

Ghost

(Ayy, Lastwords)
Uh (D-Roc, D-Roc, D-Roc, D-Roc)

That's a hunnid, girl (Hunnid), did that money flow?
I was broke before, woah, woah
Put up with that shit with her, I don't really know
She like my foreign car, Rolls, Mister froze
Pull up all white lookin' like I caught the holy ghost
Baby, this a Cullinan, this is not no ghost (Ghost)
She told me that she like me, and say I'm her ghost (Ghost)
Woah, woah
Woah, woah, I just sing to you

I got too much fluid, I'm drippin' when I come through it, woah, woah
Swerve in the foreign, that's a woah, woah
And that bitch cocaine snow
She the same color, bankroll rainbow (Bankroll)
She want me to come up with it, she don't care about if my money run out
Tryna bang me something
Heard he say my name, he stuntin'
I can't wait until the day we burn him
And the Nawf was home
Broad day, I go through the window, comin' out that house with somethin'
Baby, I was broke
Now I don't know a hot summer, I don't know a cold winter (I don't know)
My desire adapted with my money
I just did it again, I just stepped on 'em (On it, I'm on 'em)
I got them hunnids from way back then
Put on that jersey, on back it say, "Kemp"
Swerve in that 'Burban with burners on him
I had the wire, I fifth that at her
I got the gunners on top of the rim, know that they all gon' dunk on something
Dump at somethin'
Slide in the Maybach, stuntin', countin' up big rack hunnids, oh-oh
I shoot the gun at them niggas, they already know I'm comin', I got the M&Ms
Versace my nigga'nem, I wanna take me a jet out to London (Oh, oh)
Karat the diamond and everyone point us
And you niggas ain't on nothin', yeah

That's a hunnid, girl (Hunnid), did that money flow?
I was broke before, woah, woah
Put up with that shit with her, I don't really know
She like my foreign car, Rolls, Mister froze
Pull up all white lookin' like I caught the holy ghost
Baby, this a Cullinan, this is not no ghost (Ghost)
She told me that she like me, and say I'm her ghost (Ghost)
Woah, woah
Woah, woah, I just sing to you

I got too much fluid, I'm drippin' when I come through it, woah, woah
Swerve in the foreign, that's a woah, woah
And that bitch cocaine snow
She the same color, bankroll rainbow (Bankroll)
She want me to come up with it, she don't care about if my money run out

---

Nightfall

(SAUCEboy shit, what you want me to do?)
(K10, stay there)

I just parked the rental, be patient, I'm on my way now
Backyard at grandma house with my cousins, that was my playground
Shawty zip 'em then he flooded the scene, still ain't no face found
Mike Amiri, denim my jeans, facetime, a Jake called
Switch the diamonds out to Jacob
One mistake, that's what erased him
Switch out the diamonds, change my placement
I see me a bigger payment
Shell cases bought a casement
Dirty choppas come in cases
Catch me foot to foot, I talk Jamaican
But I think that they fakin'
Watch the streets and argue with my ho, she can pack her shit and go
I can spend my money on more lawyers for to win in court
Pull up, get the bag and go
Ain't no time to kick it
I'm not laughin' with these fake niggas
Bitch, get you some business
Stand on business, we tote semis, it go, "Blatt"
Stop at dealers, get me a new hat
Know I might catch a hat today, I feel it
Too much lean, and it's f*ckin' up my kidneys, blow out his liver
Bro gon' serve in a day, come get that shit that look like fiddle

When it's nightfall, dogs out, hitters out, you know that it's time
I'll be hustlin' 'til they take me out to the other side
They plenty trouble, I be thuggin', I don't even know why
Come from the gutter where the pastor, they be tellin' you lies

Why you keep that pole like a shotta? I don't know
Why you don't trust that ho more than yo' brothers? Bitch, you should know
Dope ass nigga, pure coke, nigga, yeah, yeah
Jump in and smash that pedal to the floor, nigga, run, run
Don't go 'til I got the backend
I got the front, catch the back in
Inside the trunk wit' the bag in
It's all blues, I imagine
Pick her part off the campus
Set up work and do damage
Drive to work and this could work if you do not do no panickin'
Dope be white, Morgan Hamilton
Got it in the hood, like Ice Cube
That be my dude, don't f*ck wit that, get put to rest
We strike you
That's a 2006 'Vette
That ski mask made out some sweats
I bleed the block, that be my set
I'm like Beatrice in the jets
Say, "F*ck the truck or take the grip"
So, ain't no clues, li' daddy?
I don't pick and choose, I'm on wit'chu on
You get blues, li' daddy
Got the money now but I cherish the shit like I ain't never had it
I'm out the North, I bang that gang, I'm with the shit like my pappy

When it's nightfall, dogs out, hitters out, you know that it's time
I'll be hustlin' 'til they take me out to the other side
They plenty trouble, I be thuggin', I don't even know why
Come from the gutter where the pastor, they be tellin' you lies

---

Holy

Uh

Girl catch the play (Go), think slowly, slowly (Said I came out the Nawfside)
They don't know me, they don't know me (And I was, I was, you know, I was young at the time)
I feel like my heart got a slow leak (And I-, I been through so much)
Keep it rollin', whole plan is holy (And-, f*ck these niggas, just sayin')
Hustlin' and I'm locked in, oh-woah, woah

Keep it rollin', they know that I could never let go
I got all this money, it ain't changing me, no
You know that I keep one hunnid if you never let me down
Hard knock life, shoot on sight, rock and roll
It's a haunted house
Shorty dream, don't know if it's love, love, love
No, no, no
No, I can't just let you take me out
At the house I'm makin' money pile
Niggas wanna copy, I'm changing the style
Every one minute I'm changing the ride
Ho don't get it, can't talk right now
Lotta blue Benjis, ten million on side
Flood her, that's all that she want and I did it
Me and them gunners done blow out the city
As long as I want it, I'll never be finished
A whole lot of memories laid on the sentence
Tote a MAC, I be mackin' , my pimpin' I'm kickin'
My diamonds, they shine on the top of my linen
My entry be bringing me more credentials
Gotta clean up my dental, I stop at the dentist
And my swag be on point, from the streets to the prison
NBA, Cash Money go back to the business
I done flooded her ears with cash like Guinness
They stay in my business, I said that I did it

Girl catch the play (Go), think slowly, slowly (No)
They don't know me, they don't know me (Know me)
I feel like my heart got a slow leak
Keep it rollin', whole plan is holy
Hustlin' and I'm locked in, oh-woah, woah

They don't owe me not a thing, it's not a nigga that I owe
Tell me you don't feel the same, just tell me 'cause I know
Four-door that's matte black, new Range Rover
Nigga back, back, leave him slumped over

---

I Got The Bag

I gotta pour me some more muhf*ckin' mud
You know that the double R black (D-Roc)

Shawty hold it down for her nigga, you know that I f*ck with that (F*ck with that)
Shawty ride around in a new Maybach
You know I stay loaded off codeine and Xans
I got the bag, I ain't showin' my hand
I take your ho and put her in a Lamb'
I got the Aston Martin liftin' up (Skrrt)
And I got that plate of money runnin' up
And one diamond, two diamond, I'm doubled, they flooded up

Had to spend me a bag for to rock this shit
Cut off the money, I find if she lyin' to me
You know my criteria resemble a dealer
You know I splurge on her until I could spin her
You know for a fact that I'm takin' her down
Big diamond like crystal, I know she a winner
Don't like when I ditch her, lil' shawty too tempered
Turn up on these niggas when I try do double up, double up

I done ran up my Ms, they know I f*ck it up
Chase that money real fast, run it up, stack it up
Hit the curb in Maybach, and it long like a bus
I can't settle for one, all these hoes I done f*cked
Spend a check on AP, one for her and for her
Got my fit lookin' like that I sponsor cigar
And you know that it's tough, that's a Moncler puff
Bitch, you know I'm a thug
Chill all day, back to back, sip mud
Don't care what type of nigga that her last dude was
And I ain't even really tryna trip 'bout the girl
F*ck with her, I give her money up and now I blew a dub
Twenty ball came from the extras that I paid for the case
'Cause the court got a case on us
Don't care what they say, they can't X out us
Louis straight from New York, been the one since the start
This a rich nigga heart

Had to spend me a bag for to rock this shit
Cut off the money, I find if she lyin' to me
You know my criteria resemble a dealer
You know I splurge on her until I could spin her
You know for a fact that I'm takin' her down
Big diamond like crystal, I know she a winner
Don't like when I ditch her, lil' shawty too tempered
Turn up on these niggas when I try do double up, double up

Bought a watch, I don't know why I started up
From the start, I just knew that she ain't gon' be hard to f*ck
From the back, let me hit, and she know I recorded her
In that Bentley, feelin' special when inside
And you know that McLaren don't get drove for nothin'
I'm gon' forever live if my name die
I'ma stack up that money forever-ever

Shawty hold it down for her nigga, you know that I f*ck with that (F*ck with that)
Shawty ride around in a new Maybach
You know I stay loaded off codeine and Xans
I got the bag, I ain't showin' my hand
I take your ho and put her in a Lamb'
I got the Aston Martin liftin' up (Skrrt)
And I got that plate of money runnin' up
And one diamond, two diamond, I'm doubled, they flooded up

---

Mr. Grim Reaper

Why Dave died as a child?
Baby Joe got shot front his child
Wonder why a flag a part our style
Wanna get out but wonder why that I can't stop

Headed to be dead or gone
I don't wanna leave
I say "Father I'm sorry, all my pain got me heartless"
I just wanna find some peace
But I'm like Mister Grim Reaper
I do not mean to disturb your time
I just wan' ask you, "Can you leave my family out?" (Family)
You got it hard and most of all my niggas laying up in a graveyard

I killed that boy, I ain't do that shit for you
Me and Ten clutching hard while we ridin' in that coupe
I been in and out the system but every time make it through
GD gang got a difference, we a family, not a crew, not a squad
Since I came out the front chart, my life it been so hard
Grew up around killers and a whole lot of dope boys
Father, I am a shotta, got bodies to show for it
So please forgive your son 'cause I know where I'm going

Headed to be dead or gone
I don't wanna leave
I say "Father I'm sorry, all my pain got me heartless"
I just wanna find some peace
But I'm like Mister Grim Reaper
I do not mean to disturb your time
I just wan' ask you, "Can you leave my family out?"
You got it hard and most of all my niggas laying up in a graveyard

Boozila died, lil' Tug died
And lil' Jordan got shot, months from that he had a child
AJ and Three got shot but only one is still alive
Dump dead, Jordan steppin' in heaven know you fly
I been thuggin' since a child
Tyler playin' with that fire
Turnt up 'fore I came out slime
Gettin' dirty clutchin' in a ride
This shit hurt my heart sometimes, but I'm grown, I'm not a child
Uh, gotta calculate my moves, what if I slip up and die? (Why?)

Why Dave died as a child?
Baby Joe got shot front his child
Wonder why a flag a part our style
Wanna get out but wonder why that I can't stop

Headed to be dead or gone
I don't wanna leave
I say "Father I'm sorry, all my pain got me heartless"
I just wanna find some peace
But I'm like Mister Grim Reaper
I do not mean to disturb your time
I just wan' ask you, "Can you leave my family out?"
You got it hard and most of all my niggas laying up in a graveyard

---

I Hate Youngboy

Say, 10
Let's hear this shit, Rell (ha, ha)
Horrid, run it up (Lil Top)
I don't give a f*ck, man, look (nigga, yeah)
Look, look

"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them"
Tell them niggas, "F*ck 'em," and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)
How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin nem?
Quando got no filter, and he say that, they gon' f*ck wit' him
Clean up on aisle O (O), youngin' let that chop blow
Ayy, my brother let that stick blow (stick blow), nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)
He called me a bitch, that's India, that be your ho
Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul
Post about it, bitch, I got like thirty million, my mind gone
And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone
I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home
Why you drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)
My daddy tell me, "Leave it 'lone," but I'm like, "Man, f*ck them niggas"
Used to f*ck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)
Momma know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (boom)
They know I'm on house arrest so they feel like they official
Bitch, I kill you, then I take your whistle (yeah)
God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)
Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (yeah, yeah)
Bitch, don't bring my baby momma up, she richer than your niggas (rich)
Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em
Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo
Know I keep that nine with me, you can act like you don't know (don't know)
Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin'
Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, "Cross the line" (ayy, cross the line)
I ain't got no f*ckin' mind, tell 'em, "Free Baba," that's my evil twin (my twin)
Youngin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)
He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (yeah, came in)
I be turnt up with my baby mommas, I ain't got no f*ckin' friends (huh, huh)
He got Rolls, my McLaren (baow, baow)
He got Maybach and Range Rover (baow, baow, boom)
He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated
Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on
Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie
Nigga, I'm a real Blood, and I'm screamin', "Blatt"
I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that track
Still don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked
Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' thrax
Where you at? Your security, they get bust at too (they get bust at)
I don't give no f*ck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (said I'll bust at you)
Your daddy hit the feds, f*ck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)
Tell him sit on side your cousin momma while that bitch grieve too (ha, ha)
And that lil' bitch, she say, "4L," huh? I say, "Heads or tails, slime"
Tell 'em, "Kill YoungBoy," all of y'all gon' f*ckin' fail, ha
Let me check my mail, five, fifteen mil' just for the slime
Stomp him in his f*ckin' face (yeah, yeah)
I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime
Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)
Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more
I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha, ha)
You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, f*ck you)
They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom, boom)
Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone
Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone, uh (f*ck you)
Tell Apple I said, "F*ck 'em," they promote his song (Say, 10, f*ck you)
They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (let's hear this shit, Rell, f*ck you)
YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (f*ck you)
You f*ck with them, don't f*ck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)
When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)
Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)
Momma told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, "No" (said, "No")
Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real f*ckin' slow)
Hold on, I ain't even rap-, I ain't, I ain't even rappin', Jason
I'm-I'm really just (huh, ha)
I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, "F*ck them" (ha, I don't even give a f*ck)
You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (ha)
YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (f*ck you, nigga, f*ck you)
I don't f*ck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (he's a Crip)
I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)
I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (for to trip)
F*ck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him

Ha, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg
We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wanna do it?
You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?
Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?
Them bitch-ass nigga, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy
I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas
These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these f*ck-ass niggas
These f*ck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it
They gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that
You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?
We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it for? Yeah, huh
And I don't f*ck with you niggas, believe that

YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them
Tell them niggas, "F*ck 'em," man, they know that I ain't scared of them
How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin nem?
Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they gon' f*ck with 'em