Lyrics
Ah, come on, hmm, hmm, hmm, come on
I can't even lie, I'm out my body on this motherfucker, yeah, fuck all these niggas, come on
Lil bruh dad all on my phone talkin' 'bout don't kill him, what's going on? (What the hell going on?)
I'm talm bout Loaded, boy, you wrong
Yeah, nigga, fuck 31, why the hell niggas wanna put Young Crew inside of they songs?
All he do is yell on rap nigga beats, fuck nigga, watch yo' tone
Hell, yeah, I'ma pop my shit, I'ma top my shit, 'cause a lame nigga know I'm wit' it
Where I'm from, I'on know 'bout Druski nem, but the Young Crew standing on business (we really standin' on business)
My diamonds hittin', bustdown Cartier got the lil' ho wearing my tennis (that lil' ho wearing my tennis)
Saying my name got me fucked up, I had the Young Crew spinin'
Smoking on lil' buddy, choking me, he tryna kill me
She asked me why I got my gun
The fuck you mean? They tryna drill me
And Lil Money is a ho, yes, he mad that he couldn't get me
And I love money the most, but my main bitch, she still with me
Late night with bro callin' out opps, told a fuck nigga, show us some money (like the teacher said, I'll wait)
A fuck nigga ain't show nun, y'all know we outside
I was posted up at the high, had a Glock 22 with the button
And it's really fuck RC, y'all niggas ain't give me nun
WTF is a Y5?
Y'all wanna be like YC, y'all niggas ain't let no 30 ride, I'm screaming fuck everybody
I ain't hiding my face from no nigga, shit, I'on even wear no ski
And we all keep saying I ain't gon' do this and that, well, nigga come see (come find out)
Now I'm on TV, it's some fye shit tryna eat me
I pour a four in my Fiji, having money bitch, my pockets green and blue, some' like Luigi
Don't never ask me, am I good, but they call me when they need me
Bust-down Cartier blinging, I can't tell the time
Mentioning Young Crew, know that we spinin'
No, that ain't yo' bitch, that's mine
Shawty a ten she fine uh, she ain't gonna use no fliters
And if I'm lyin', I'm flying uh, but Shawty fucked me and my niggas
We on the block just me and my niggas, we posted up
Another opp died, it's another opp funeral (uh), shit, let's toast it up
Fuck nigga said he got my drop, run through this bitch, you bold enough
And he ain't silent that boy got inside that room and told some stuff