Say, 10 Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah) Horrid, run it up (Lil Top) I don't give a fuck, man, look (nigga, yeah)
Youngboy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them Tell them niggas: Fuck 'em, and they know that I ain't scared of them How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin nem? Quando got no filter, and he say that, they gon' fuck wit' him Clean up on aisle O, youngin' let that chop blow Ayy, my brother let that stick blow nigga know that's my smoke He called me a bitch, that's India, that be your ho Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul Post about it, bitch, I got like thirty million, my mind gone And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home Why you drop that whack-ass song? Pussy bitch you should've known My daddy tell me: Leave it 'lone, but I'm like Man, fuck them niggas Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas Momma know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid make me bust a nigga They know I'm on house arrest so they feel like they official Bitch, I kill you, then I take your whistle God know I don't like you niggas Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles Bitch, don't bring my baby momma up, she richer than your niggas Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo Know I keep that nine with me you can act like you don't know Baby with 'em, 4pf, four poles firin' Want me for to die? Tell that pussy: Cross the line I ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em Free Baba, that's my evil twin Youngin bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in I be turnt up with my baby mommas I ain't got no fuckin' friends He got Rolls, my Mclaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover He got Bentley Gt, Redeyes, black coating Slidin' in a Tesla, and he got that yay on Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie Nigga, I'm a real Blood, and I'm screamin': Blatt I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that track Still don't wanna drop my son off know somebody might get whacked Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' thrax Where you at? Your security, they get bust at too I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too Tell him sit on side your cousin momma while that bitch grieve too And that lil' bitch, she say, 4l, huh? I say: Heads or tails, slime Tell 'em, "Kill Youngboy, " all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah Let me check my mail, five, fifteen mills, just for the slime Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more I just wanna make the bitch go, he waitin' from the go (ha-ha) You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (fuck you) They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom) Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone Feel like Boosie don't even like me bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you) Tell Apple I said: Fuck 'em, they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you) They be hatin' on Tim and Quando they act like they wrong (fuck you) Youtube streamers, they be dick-ridin' don't react no more (fuck you) You fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks Momma told me for to take my Ritalin and I said: No Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow Hold on, I ain't even, I ain't even rappin', Jason I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's Fuck them You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die Youngboy, I been thuggin', I been slime I ain't scared to die I don't fuck with Cc, but my oldest brother Crip I be on Dc, Dc, Marvel, that be him I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him
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Compositores: Jason Michael Goldberg (ASCAP), Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden (Youngboy Never Broke Again) (PRS), Kenyon Cannon, Kyler Mathis, Shubhjit BalamEditores: Artist Publishing Global, Big Thirty Eight Music, Jjasong Publishing West (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #36855434 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM