Ytn Bob - Born in 91' (feat. C4 Triggerhappy, Jac$Pot & Ay Yo Zo) Lyrics

Shooter with a shooter
Ion carry no more
You can't even tell
I know he got it though
Never see me with it
Know I got it though
Yeah
And I got it from her
All this gangsta shit, baby
It started with her QueenPin
It's the only right she birth
A Kingpin
Tip
Kept her grip cold with it
She passed it down
Damn near over the game
So I'm passing it down
Ytn
Keep his ass out
Guess I'm flashing em now
Run a nigga down, I be feeling like Flash
You can ask Dan
I be on they ass
Levi's son
I put belt to ass
Even in the base model
I does the dash
If you wanna catch him
Bro Smash the Gas
Just bought the bar
Gas tank on E
Blast from the past
Got me feeling like E
Born in 91, bitch, I'm Tip's son
Born in 91, bitch, I'm Tip's son
Born in 91, bitch, I'm Tip's son
Born in 91, bitch, I'm Tip's son
Let me catch him, I'ma run him down
Shooter with a shooter, when I run the town
Let me catch him, I'ma run him down
Shooter with a shooter, when I run the town
Born in 2002, bitch
I'm Cell's son
These lil' niggas ain't my kids
They my grandsons
Know something
Ain't surprising they wanna be me
See me, take niggas bitches when I'm in 3D
I bossed up, as a young nigga was getting paid
I been sauced up, since a young nigga in every grade
I was brought up, handling money in every way
And every day I'm on a mission, running around
Getting paid, nigga
Amaze niggas, I'm knocking shit out the park
Get to spitting out this game, it's over after I start
Cause I'm him,
I don't ever freeze,
I'll never fold
It's a drill, couldn't name a time,
I ain't wanna go,
On God
Bitch, make me act up, rat-a-tat something
Then get to tearing niggas back up
I Blam,
Watch a nigga fall, while he tuck and roll
Goddamn, where the killer go,
I don't even know
Huhhhhhhhh
Born in 91, bitch, I'm Tip's son
Born in 91, bitch, I'm Tip's son
Born in 91, bitch, I'm Tip's son
Born in 91, bitch, I'm Tip's son
Let me catch him, I'ma run him down
Shooter with a shooter, when I run the town
Let me catch him, I'ma run him down
Shooter with a shooter, when I run the town
Born in 2000 New millennium, million direct deposit
Grinding, harder than your whip's brakes
Getting money, no, that shit ain't no debate
Thick bitch making hits in your man's DMs
Put it in his face, he been tricking ever since
On my bullshit, acting out on the hen
Money on my mind, I ain't got time for no men
Playing all these niggas, ain't got time for broke friends
Me and all my bitches, runnin' niggas for them bands
We on hot shit, throwing ass on your man
Have them tricking for the night
Send em home then (yeah)
Two thousand babies f*cking up the studio
Two thousand babies f*cking up your headphones
Two thousand babies f*cking up the club flow
New millennium, million, shit, I'm on
Born in 91, bitch, I'm Tip's son
Born in 91, bitch, I'm Tip's son
Born in 91, bitch, I'm Tip's son
Born in 91, bitch, I'm Tip's son
Let me catch him, I'ma run him down
Shooter with a shooter, when I run the town
Let me catch him, I'ma run him down
Shooter with a shooter, when I run the town
Born in 93, dirty south
Hustle in my blood, never backing down
Outside, Got it out the mud
Done fell off before, probably heard the Thud
Got it all back, hate being broke
Like I got a grudge
Love to hunt and always got the strap
Call me, Elmer Fudd
Taking your handouts
You ain't allowed to judge
Had to cut some niggas off
But that's just what it was
Southside legend, better ask about them Harris's
Get it on my own, don't ask, cause I ain't sharing shit
Content with being broke, swear you niggas is embarrassing
I spend all day in my pockets, cause they scared to blitz
All I see is dollars, got that money on my mind
Never tunnel vision, gotta watch what's coming from the side
Live they life inside the gun line, can't do nothin right
How you broke and rap about hustling
Kinda funny, right
Say they wanna be like I'm next, but that's
A FUCKIN LIE