It's a parade inside my city, yeah Ass shakin', givin' head No more county product of the feds Flag green, the Cutlass red Now watch, I cut up like Sherhonda, yeah I'm in this bitch, who want me dead? Uh-uh-uh-uh, yeah Now, bitch, I'm loaded feelin' myself Right now, I'm not myself I'm turnt up, got that iron in here Yeah, I got it right by my belt Them niggas plan on poppin' him they know that he don't like them
This is a story all about how A pistol totin' kid named YoungBoy grew up in the Nawf Whole life in war, he got some money then he moved to Utah But still ain't stop from the top the mountain he steppin', knockin' shit off, bitch Still with the clique, you know for shit, we don't switch I put this ho inside the trunk she tried to diss Big Dump bitch, yeah Four Loko with some Hennessy on drunk shit Spray the whole crowd don't use my aim so don't try me, I assist Perc' 30, bro brought Roxies Bought all the dirty Roxies My show the week the stock in Got your bitch want to know where I been Parade in my city, plenty murder cases City players, outside playin' Hold up, think I see the pill man, I'm finna run out Xans Uh, you know I like to dance stop then watch me get it, yeah Shawty, yeah, this lil' bitch said she wanna have my extra leg Hollow tips stuffed in the head Cock it, pop this bitch, no stoppin' I'm locked in, I count Ms, I spend about a thousand, yeah
It's a parade inside my city, yeah Ass shakin', givin' head No more county product of the feds Flag green, the Cutlass red Now watch, I cut up like Sherhonda, yeah I'm in this bitch, who want me dead? Uh-uh-uh-uh, yeah Now bitch, I'm loaded feelin' myself Right now, I'm not myself I'm turnt up, got that iron in here Yeah, I got it right by my belt Them niggas plan on poppin' him they know that he don't like them
You don't wan' fuck with me, Slimeball sold Calicos Girl, your plates off UC we'll bang it out at the county call Ten just got three hoes, and bottom back from Valero And FaceTime me on my phone and let me watch while you take 'em down Uh, you know I need a rachet bitch that be on rachet shit, with saggy tits, fuck it Baggin' bitches, I don't need them ones I don't give one fuck, I'm thuggin' I love them hoes from out that north know them hoes out that north, they love me Look, look, mm-hm-mm-hm (Get down) Nigga tried to bust Tried to get my shake back, know I'm rushin' Tried to get my shake back by my cousin, nigga Huh, the fuck you mean? Double cup muddy, movin' sluggish Saw me on Plank Road, me and Buster in the Cutlass, nigga
It's a parade inside my city, yeah Ass shakin', givin' head No more county product of the feds Flag green, the Cutlass red Now watch, I cut up like Sherhonda, yeah I'm in this bitch, who want me dead? Uh-uh-uh-uh, yeah Now bitch, I'm loaded feelin' myself Right now, I'm not myself, I'm turnt up got that iron in here Yeah, I got it right by my belt Them niggas plan on poppin' him they know that he don't like them
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Compositores: Adam Janecek (Daysix) (ASCAP), Jason Goldberg, Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden (PRS), Konstantinos Latos, Thomas Therrien (Twt) (BMI)Editor: Wc Music Corp (ASCAP)Administração: Wc Music Corp (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #45785086 em 19/Ago/2024 com dados da UBEM