[Verse 1: NBA Youngboy] Private number call my phone say that ima kill ya I told that nigga I ain't hiding I'm probably in yo city I keep it with me pull on me and shit gone get wicked All this shit these niggas doing i swear that i don't feel them 11 thousand around my neck and that's just up in chains 10 bands up in pocket fresh up out the bank You ain't my roun pussy nigga you don't feel my pain This shit i spit on tracks straight facts It ain't a fucking game It ain't a song that I write I don't think about Dave I walk on stage , thousand people screaming my name He probably think i owed him something I don't owe him a thing Bitch you gone make me show you something You go against the grain Send my niggas to bust you up since you think that i'm playing One night we hit two back to back Like nigga what you saying ? I cut the barrel, make it short, got that from cross the track Catch you slipping down bad and we gone bust your ass My OG say cause you'll shoot that don't make you a man It's how you play your hand or react when you in that jam This for my niggas dead and gone and the one's in the can Ima forever hold it down forever take a stand
[Hook: NBA Youngboy] You say you looking for me nigga? I ain't hiding bout it Drop yo nuts and play with me (Get Touched) I could bet 5 on it That's on my mama all us bout that drama (Bitch we Slanging iron bout it) Reppin like you step we really spare (These niggas lying bout it) 50 round choppa for whoever want it You know how we coming Run up on ya put this bitch up on ya, put this bitch up on ya Shit get gutta gotta stay up on it Never know who out to get ya Better watch yo homies
[Verse 2: NBA Youngboy] Wake up every morning tryna get a dollar When you down and ain't got nothing They ain't got no holla Gotta get this shit for my lil boys Gotta get it for my mama You bet not short me out my money I want every dollar (or else) Ima bust yo fucking head cause i don't play that We gone load up with them cuttas We gone swerve where you stay at Can't keep hitting the block like this Youngboy Too many people on that I don't give a motherfuck Ain't stopping till' I get my shit back (believe that) Nigga said spin again when the sun down All night we gone wait till' he come out See his ass hop out on him with the Glock out What it is ? It's a man down Where I'm from I was taught never stand down Once my youngin spin believe I'm coming back around Suppressor on the front take away the sound (Suppressor on the front take away the sound)
[Hook: NBA Youngboy] You say you looking for me nigga? I ain't hiding bout it Drop yo nuts and play with me (Get Touched) I could bet 5 on it That's on my mama all us bout that drama (Bitch we Slanging iron bout it) Reppin like you step we really spare (These niggas lying bout it) 50 round choppa for whoever want it You know how we coming Run up on ya put this bitch up on ya, put this bitch up on ya Shit get gutta gotta stay up on it Never know who out to get ya Better watch yo homiesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
