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(Damn, Ju, you made this one?)
(Mally Mall)
(Isaiah Xclusive)
Ayy, what up, man, it's YoungBoy
.40 Glock, I creep up on you
Speak up on me, I'll run down on you
That's them boys out 4KT, just left a murder scene (Hey, hey)
Tell your mama get out the way (Mama, get out the way)
My lil' bro hopped out to shoot his Drac' 'bout all that shit you said 'bout me
Pussy, I'm a sliverback, yeah, you ain't scarin' me
(Mally Mall)
(Isaiah Xclusive)
Ayy, what up, man, it's YoungBoy
.40 Glock, I creep up on you
Speak up on me, I'll run down on you
That's them boys out 4KT, just left a murder scene (Hey, hey)
Tell your mama get out the way (Mama, get out the way)
My lil' bro hopped out to shoot his Drac' 'bout all that shit you said 'bout me
Pussy, I'm a sliverback, yeah, you ain't scarin' me
Huh, you'll get your man's whacked
I hit him, he ain't have fast feet
Two dead bodies on Channel 9, yeah
Who that was? Favorite rapper dead because me
Who the fuckin' problem? Me, huh
I want the bitch for to slip 'cause I promise to knock out his mind (Come on, let's go)
You out your motherfuckin' head, one of us gon' die
You ain't scared? Bitch, look at 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 (Rlrrd, rlrrd)
.40 Glock, I creep up on you
Speak up on me, I'll run down on you
That's them boys out 4KT, just left a murder scene (Hey, hey)
I hit him, he ain't have fast feet
Two dead bodies on Channel 9, yeah
Who that was? Favorite rapper dead because me
Who the fuckin' problem? Me, huh
I want the bitch for to slip 'cause I promise to knock out his mind (Come on, let's go)
You out your motherfuckin' head, one of us gon' die
You ain't scared? Bitch, look at 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 (Rlrrd, rlrrd)
.40 Glock, I creep up on you
Speak up on me, I'll run down on you
That's them boys out 4KT, just left a murder scene (Hey, hey)
Tell your mama get out the way (Mama, get out the way)
My lil' bro hopped out to shoot his Drac' 'bout all that shit you said 'bout me (Rlrrd, bang, bang)
Fuck it, you know that I'm thuggin' (Fuck it)
I bought a brand new XD for you
Shavin' the barrel of 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
Blow a hole through him, get close on him, stand over him, yeah
I got more hoes than him, more dough than him, I'm over him, yeah
I'ma blow, I don't know 'bout them, nigga, fuck with me, makin' sure you zipped the fuck up
My lil' bro hopped out to shoot his Drac' 'bout all that shit you said 'bout me (Rlrrd, bang, bang)
Fuck it, you know that I'm thuggin' (Fuck it)
I bought a brand new XD for you
Shavin' the barrel of 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
Blow a hole through him, get close on him, stand over him, yeah
I got more hoes than him, more dough than him, I'm over him, yeah
I'ma blow, I don't know 'bout them, nigga, fuck with me, makin' sure you zipped the fuck up
'Cause I don't know what you thinkin', thug, but, boy, you got me fucked up
I'm not myself, on muddy drugs, I'm tellin' you, bitch, test your luck
.40 Glock, I creep up on you (Woah)
Speak up on me, I'll run down on you (Woah)
That's them boys out 4KT, just left a murder scene (Hey, hey)
Tell your mama get out the way (Mama, get out the way)
My lil' bro hopped out to shoot his Drac' 'bout all that shit you said 'bout me (Bang, bang)
Bitch, get up (Bang, bang)
He tryna run, catch him, he done
I got you, bitch, ouu (Bang, bah)
Like I know he sweet (Blatt, blatt)
I'm not myself, on muddy drugs, I'm tellin' you, bitch, test your luck
.40 Glock, I creep up on you (Woah)
Speak up on me, I'll run down on you (Woah)
That's them boys out 4KT, just left a murder scene (Hey, hey)
Tell your mama get out the way (Mama, get out the way)
My lil' bro hopped out to shoot his Drac' 'bout all that shit you said 'bout me (Bang, bang)
Bitch, get up (Bang, bang)
He tryna run, catch him, he done
I got you, bitch, ouu (Bang, bah)
Like I know he sweet (Blatt, blatt)
He ain't up fast as me (Blatt, blatt)
I sent a bullet at his chin (Pew-pew, flrrt), knock off his face tat'
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 (5)
That's them boys out 4KT, just left a murder scene (Hey, hey)
Tell your mama get out the way (Mama, get out the way)
My lil' bro hopped out to shoot his Drac' 'bout all that shit you said 'bout me (Hey, hey)
Pussy, I'm a sliverback, yeah, you ain't scarin' me (Play, play)
You'll get your man's whacked
I hit him, he ain't have fast feet
I sent a bullet at his chin (Pew-pew, flrrt), knock off his face tat'
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 (5)
That's them boys out 4KT, just left a murder scene (Hey, hey)
Tell your mama get out the way (Mama, get out the way)
My lil' bro hopped out to shoot his Drac' 'bout all that shit you said 'bout me (Hey, hey)
Pussy, I'm a sliverback, yeah, you ain't scarin' me (Play, play)
You'll get your man's whacked
I hit him, he ain't have fast feet
Two dead bodies on Channel 9 (Woah)
Who that was? Favorite rapper dead because me
Who the fuckin' problem? Me (Huh)
I'm dynamite, ride on the street (Huh)
In front of your child, I'ma fire (Huh)
I heard you were lookin' for me (Huh)
I'ma shoot it all up in front of my woman (Huh)
Commas on commas (Huh, huh)
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
Who that was? Favorite rapper dead because me
Who the fuckin' problem? Me (Huh)
I'm dynamite, ride on the street (Huh)
In front of your child, I'ma fire (Huh)
I heard you were lookin' for me (Huh)
I'ma shoot it all up in front of my woman (Huh)
Commas on commas (Huh, huh)
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 'em too, nigga, fuck you, we gon' smoke y'all up
You heard me? You know how we get down, you know how we rockin', big knots in our pockets
Big Glocks on our side, they be like Yamaha, nigga, we ain't never stoppin'
You a fuck-nigga, you a cunt, you ain't got no money anyway, you gon' get fucked up, boy
Hold up, woah, woah, woah
I can't fuck with you, nigga, you ain't this
God, protect my soul
You heard me? You know how we get down, you know how we rockin', big knots in our pockets
Big Glocks on our side, they be like Yamaha, nigga, we ain't never stoppin'
You a fuck-nigga, you a cunt, you ain't got no money anyway, you gon' get fucked up, boy
Hold up, woah, woah, woah
I can't fuck with you, nigga, you ain't this
God, protect my soul
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