Fuck a teller, bitch, I'm screamin' "murda, " 'cause I wrote it Fuck up on probation, judge said she gon' revoke it 4-5 with extension, bitch, I'm walking with it on me Just 'cause I don't post it, bitch, you know that I still tote it
Drinkin' on this potion steady fuckin' up my kidneys Malu had just text me and she told me that she miss me Fifty-thousand on me, I got all these hoes reachin' Steady sendin' money to my brothers up in prison Lil' in my phone, he like, "Nigga, what the business? " I told him, "Fuck the laws, you know that I'm still spinnin'" Hit a nigga block with the quickness, hop out with that glizzy Whack his partner, tell him come and find me Bitch, I'm in the trenches He like, "Bitch, I know you didn't" Hoe, you know I did it Send yo' brother to my show and, bitch, I'm tearin' up yo' city Nigga said that he want smoke Nigga know I'm with it When I catch you we gon' stretch you Put one in yo' fitted
Four-by-four, I'm in a Benz ridin' 'round with Fee Nigga Instagram thuggin', they don't want no beef I'ma pull up where you be, you talkin' 'bout zippin' me You know I ain't hidin', bitch, I'm right here in them streets
If I said it, I'ma stamp it I know them laws tryna ban me Bitch, I feel like Charles Manson It ain't nothin' I can't handle All these diamonds on me dancin' Pour a four up in that Fanta I just pulled up in a Phantom Come through bouncin' like I'm prancin'
I'ma come through doin' the murder man Ridin' with them choppers in a Sprinter Van Nigga wanna do it, we can do it then All the way dumb, you know I ain't playin'
I got that burner on me for whoever tryna harm me Nigga, drop yo' pen, you know that I'm comin' I got that burner on me for whoever tryna hold me Nigga, drop yo' pen, you know that I'm comin' Youngboy don't play 'round You gon' get down or gon' lay down Got yo' hitters with you, I'ma hop out, spray that K round Murder on my trail, I could die, like, any day now I thought you was real, I ain't knowin' what to say now
Fuck a teller, bitch, I'm screamin' "murda, " 'cause I wrote it Fuck up on probation, judge said she gon' revoke it 4-5 with extension, bitch, I'm walking with it on me Just 'cause I don't post it, bitch, you know that I still tote it Four-by-four, I'm in a Benz ridin' 'round with Fee Nigga Instagram thuggin', they don't want no beef I'ma pull up where you be, you talkin' 'bout zippin' me You know I ain't hidin', bitch, I'm right here in them streets I'ma come through doin' the murder man Ridin' with them choppers in a Sprinter Van Nigga wanna do it, when can do it then All the way dumb, you know I ain't playin'
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Compositor: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden (Youngboy Never Broke Again) (PRS)Editores: 38 Baby Publishing (ASCAP), Artist Publishing Group West (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #31298866 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM