[Intro: YNW Melly]
Haha, I pound shit
Um, young n***a world
Aye, young n***as
Hop out wit' them K's and we let it spray
Aye

[Chorus: YNW Melly]
These pussy n***as talking like they on it
Is that smoke inside your swisher? 'Cause I want it
I got killas with the pistol around the corner
Don't you play with us, 'cause baby boy we won't tell
We tryna catch a n***a soul and replenish it
We tryna kill a pussy n***a, gonna in a bit
We ain't fucking with these n***as like we celibate
Choppa knock a pussy n***a out his element

[Verse 1: JayDaYoungan]
Pour shit out, we on the block
My brother stay toting the Glock
Move wrong, somebody get shot
I grind hard for whatever I got
I'm on the road, I be after the guap
No I can't stop until Youngan on top
Brand new foreign, copped it off the lot
Bitch n***as hating, they want me to flop
Bands in my pockets, I stay with them knots
I say I'm going, I'm never going to stop
Free all my n***as and fuck all the cops
Got hella pistols for all the opps
Get the bag and then I go the other way
If I ain't hustlin', flipping packs, I'm prolly somewhere out of state
Bitch I'm a real n***a, you can see it in my face
No I ain't got no time to waste
You on that fake shit, can't relate
I spent them racks up in Bape
Sipping on lean, and I can't feel my face
Free chopper, he fighting a case
We was jus' stackin' and clutching them K's
I pray to God they don't play
I let my shooter wet him like a lake
We thuggin' to this everyday
Bitch you can get it, just stay in your place
[Chorus: YNW Melly]
These pussy n***as talking like they on it
Is that smoke inside your swisher? 'Cause I want it
I got killas with the pistol around the corner
Don't you play with us, 'cause baby boy we won't tell
We tryna catch a n***a soul and replenish it
We tryna kill a pussy n***a, gonna in a bit
We ain't fucking with these n***as like we celibate
Choppa knock a pussy n***a out his element

[Verse 2: YNW Melly]
B, L, double O, D, G, A, N, G, I'm so true to this
Youngan out here wildin', wit' the scrappy on that stupid shit
N***as dick riding on the game, they on that groupie shit
Catch a n***a slipping, hit his head with that extended clip
We got extensions (bitch)
Step in Givenchy (huh)
He want it first, he want a price, we need to pitch in (huh)
Shoot at your mom, bitch (bitch)
I don't go to prom, bitch, huh (bitch)
Don't fuck with a vault n***a, huh, we tryna start shit, huh
We tryna load up them choppers and call off them robber
And dump shit (yeah)
My n***as really some hires
They say that they ready to pump shit (huh)
You can get slumped quick (bitch)
I don't want no Swisher
I'm trying to smoke on a Backwood with all of my young n***as
[Chorus: YNW Melly]
These pussy n***as talking like they on it
Is that smoke inside your swisher? 'Cause I want it
I got killas with the pistol around the corner
Don't you play with us, 'cause baby boy we won't tell
We tryna catch a n***a soul and replenish it
We tryna kill a pussy n***a, gonna in a bit
We ain't fucking with these n***as like we celibate
Choppa knock a pussy n***a out his element