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(Damn, Ju, you made this one?)
(Mally Mall)
Ayy, what up, man?
(Isaiah Xclusive)
This YoungBoy

Uh, .40 Glock, I creep up on you
Speak up on me, I'll run down on you, huh (Huh, huh)
That's them boys off 4KTrey, just left a murder scene (Huh, huh)
Hey, hey, tell your mama get out the way (Mama, get out the way, huh, huh)
My lil' bro hopped out to shoot his Drac' 'bout all that shit you said 'bout me (Huh, huh)

Pussy, I'm a sliverback, yeah, you ain't scarin' me
Huh, you'll get your mans whacked (Hrr)
I hit him, he ain't have fast feet (Boom, bah)
Two dead bodies on Channel 9 (Nigga, yeah)
Who that was? Me
Favorite rapper dead because me
Who the fuckin' problem? Me, ha

I want the bitch for to slip 'cause I promise to knock out his mind, come on, let's go (Hey, woah)
You out your motherfuckin' head, one of us gon' die
You ain't scared? Bitch, look in my eyes, that pistol on side or behind when I ride
You take one shot up at this car, Blokk, stop this bitch, now it's that time (Hrr, hrr)

.40 Glock, I creep up on you
Speak up on me, I'll run down on you, huh (Huh, huh)
That's them boys off 4KTrey, just left a murder scene (Huh, huh)
Hey, hey, tell your mama get out the way (Mama, get out the way, huh, huh)
My lil' bro hopped out to shoot his Drac' 'bout all that shit you said 'bout me (Huh, huh, hrr)

Bang, bang, fuck you, you know that I'm thuggin' (Fuck you)
I bought a brand-new XD for you (Yeah)
Shavin' the barrel on the cutter, shavin' the barrel on the shotty, fuck it (Fuck it)
Lil' kid, we done caught him in public, he done put his lil' life on the line, pluck him (Pluck him)
Blow a hole through him, get close on him, stand over him, yeah
I got more hoes than them, more dough than them, I'm over them (Yeah)
I'ma blow, I don't know 'bout them, nigga, fuck with me, makin' sure you zipped the fuck up (Huh)
'Cause I don't know what you thinkin', thug, but, boy, you got me fucked up (Huh)
I'm not myself on mud and drugs, I'm tellin' you, bitch, test your luck (Woah)

.40 Glock, I creep up on you (Woah)
Speak up on me, I'll run down on you, huh (Huh, huh, woah)
That's them boys off 4KTrey, just left a murder scene (Huh, huh)
Hey, hey, tell your mama get out the way (Mama, get out the way, huh, huh)
My lil' bro hopped out to shoot his Drac' 'bout all that shit you said 'bout me (Huh, huh, wait, wait)

Pussy bitch, get up (Bang, bang)
He tryna run, catch him, he done (Yeah)
I got you, bitch, ooh (Bang, bah)
Blackout, know he sleep (Blatt, blatt, yeah)
He ain't up fast as me (Blatt, blatt)
I sent a bullet at his chin, knock off his face tat (Pyoom, pyoom, yeah, frrt)
I know this nigga sweet, on 5

.40 Glock, I creep up on you (5)
Speak up on me, I'll run down on you, huh (Huh, huh, 5)
That's them boys out 4KTrey, just left a murder scene (Huh, huh)
Hey, hey, tell your mama get out the way (Mama, get out the way, huh, huh)
My lil' bro hopped out to shoot his Drac' 'bout all that shit you said 'bout me (Huh, huh, hey, hey)

Pussy, I'm a sliverback (Sliverback), yeah, you ain't scarin' me (Play, play)
You'll get your mans whacked (Hrr)
I hit him, he ain't have fast feet
Two dead bodies on Channel 9 (Woah)
Who that was? (It's me)
Favorite rapper dead because me
Who the fuckin' problem? Me, ha

Dynamite right on the street (Ha)
In front of your child, I'ma fire (Ha)
I heard you were lookin' for me (Ha)
We can shoot it all out up in front of my woman (Ha)
Commas on commas (Ha, ha)
I'm ready to do it, get a drop and we comin'
I got this 38 shit from my mama, nigga, I'm born to kill

Huh, hold up
I say, mic check, one, two
No, fuck that, nigga, I'm gon' stretch one and check two, I'ma pop your ass and I'ma X them too after, nigga
I might– ayy, we might blast them too, nigga, fuck you, we gon' smoke y'all
You heard me? You know how we get down, you know how we rockin', big knots in our pockets, big Glocks on our side (Huh, huh)
They be like Yamaha, nigga, we ain't never stoppin', you a fuck nigga (Woah, woah, woah)
You a cunt, you ain't got no money anyway, you gon' get fucked up, boy (Oh, woah)
Hold up
Woah, woah, woah
I can't fuck with you 'cause, nigga, you ain't this
Uh, uh, God, protect my soul

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