[Intro] Ayy, this lil' night street hard hit, mane (KG made it) This for every young nigga out there, mane You hear me? Put it in their motherfucking face, nigga For real
[Verse 1] My lil' brother rocking US but we wasn't having Nikes Grew up in the gutter, wasn't no instruction, grew to sacrifices High speed, ain't have the lights (Skrrt) White folks gon' extra dictament Pussy bitch ain't never write me Locked down, I'm letter writing Thousand push-ups every night, thought I hurt them hoes feelings (Feelings) Waiting on parole, staring at a closed ceiling (Ceiling) Sleepin' on my momma couch, was thinkin' 'bout a million (Million) Residue on my clothes, sellin' 'bows out a building
[Verse 2] Record label just called, they want to see me in New York (Yep) Creepin' like I'm from Cali, I'm pimping bitches like Too Short (Crip) Posted up the ally, putting PCP on my new boys Bitches, they used to dog me I'm ballin' like it was two courts Nawfside, thuggin' like New Orleans in the '90s (Wah) Grew up on BG, had a BB gun in my diapers Stay up like thirty-three, when I had to sleep with the lifers If a nigga play me, knife 'em That shit turned me to a tiger (Grrr) Heart barley beating from the betrayals and the stab wounds Late nights with great whites, been posted up since past noon Gave my dog fifty, ain't seen my lil' nigga since last June Slide me up at eleven, brought a weapon to my classroom Ever since a toddler age, I promise it's been turbulence (Turbulence) Opps said they gon' stop my days, they promise they gon' murder men (Murder) Ain't with all that dissin', you can miss me with that verbal shit Choppa sticks on a mission, spin his trenches with some urgency (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
[Chorus] Young nigga trappin', if you trappin', trap yo' ass off Young nigga jackin', if you jackin', jack yo' ass off Free Bandz in my Gucci (Gucci's), think I'm Future with my mask off Never gave a fuck about no music, I'll crash out Throwing up my section in a another nigga trenches (Trenches) Rock out with that Glock out, I'm like Popeye on the spinach (Spinach) Bitch, I'm really from the trenches, don't do it for no image Opps out, they know where we be spinnin' Glock .9 in my Givenchy (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
[Post-Chorus] Y-y-young nigga trappin', if you trappin', trap yo' ass off (Trap) Young nigga jackin', if you jackin', jack yo' ass off (Come here) Free Bandz in my Gucci, think I'm Future with my mask off Never gave a fuck about no music, I'll crash out (Quit)
[Outro] I-I-I crash out Ayy, and you niggas know where to find me at, nigga You hear me? Right across the creek, nigga On my momma, nigga, Green Stone Pound, nigga Yeah, four pistol, no pistol, nigga Yeah, nigga, you got a whole football team Nigga, I'll be one D You hear me? On my momma Still gon' lay dead in the street, behind that shit, nigga On my momma, nigga Yeah God forgive, I don't Pussy ass niggaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.