In the back of the car, I ain't wasting no time
Imma post in the 8 with a pole on my waist, with a whole lotta racks in my pocket
I'm a real street nigga, I don't need no safe, matter fact, I just got a deposit
Everytime I go hard, they can't stop it
I ain't letting it go cause I got it
Everybody talk down Watch how I walk in and walk out
Nigga gotta I stay with that strap when shit pop off
Put a grand on your head, nigga watch how you talk
I'm a dirty ass baby, I'm straight out the north
We don't do this for clout, shoot you right now
fuck what you thought

And I notice that I'm chosen
He died from his words, they was not spoken
My nigga fuck what you heard, we do not know him
They tried to take we been on
he been trappin for some long Hope that you get on, I got your back, that's right or wrong
Post on that block, we get it on
With a bag full of stones and a stolen firearm
Just praying that we make it home
I feel you, nigga

I came from trappin and rappin
what's happening?
Try to tax me, strip him and blast him
3200 I press a button, this shit could get drastic
Hit his block, we hit it with magic
I keep the sticks on me I'm in the streets so I move with Gotta show love when the bands in
when we walk in
Pretty lil bitch got the I keep the racks on me No way I lose, I cheat to win
be my brother, my evil twin
Droppin the bands I made the way out for I made a Behind your nigga like a I'm whippin All of my diamonds, they super clear
$60 for the roli watch
Verse 3: Youngboy Never Broke Again]
I told that bitch that I needed a perky Back in the trap, we gon load up the truck
I need more money, I can't get enough
They said that they shot we gon dump
You playing with me, bitch you kidding yourself
smoke however you want
Nobody safe, if you play you get slumped
Took off Imma rep where I'm from
Everywhere that I go, Imma toat me a gun
Fuck all these niggas who ain't give me nothing
Everytime it's war, I be pushing a button
Got it out of the dirt, I don't oah a bitch nothing

And I notice that I'm chosen
He died from his words, they was not spoken
My nigga fuck what you heard, we do not know him
They tried to take we been on
he been trappin for some long Hope that you get on, I got your back, that's right or wrong
Post on that block, we get it on
With a bag full of stones and a stolen firearm
Just praying that we make it home
I feel you, nigga