[Intro]
(Turn that up, Young Madz)
(Young Madz)
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[Chorus]
Druggie B, doin' bad, n***a stole from a fan
Why the fuck you ain't givin' no- (Money!)
And you thought that was funny?
He got shot, but he still movin' bummy
And that's the same n***a that better run from me
He got shot, that shit on a bunny
How you rob your fan for a couple of 20's?
Is you?- (Grahh, grahh)

[Verse 1]
Trooper n***as on DOA dick, yeah, they ain't even crip
And you fuck with them n***as you shot
But ask Sally Blu, what happened right after that situation on my block?
And C Blu, you never did show, stop lying on Nas
Remember that day, it was right on the Rey
[?]
Like, n***a, I'm tired of these n***as lying, like they know wassup
J Money, you know my body, that n***a [?], got shot (Pussy)
Like what? Y'all n***as-
I had y'all n***as runnin' down on 161
N***a, I really do what I want
N***a, If I catch [?], yeah he done
[Bridge]
(When I catch you Ricky, Ricky when I catch you Ricky)

[Verse 2]
Grahh, grahh
With this [?], [?] like the last one
Got a beam on a stick, [?]
I catch that lil' n***a Crooklyn, or BMGUpperclass
Then n***as go in a casket
What the fuck is y'all doing reacting?
Pussy, them n***as don't make it happen'
Sha EK did bad, he sold his watch
So I know these n***as be cappin'

[Bridge]
Turn me up (Suck my dick)
Grah, grah

[Verse 3]
What the fuck do these lil' n***as do?
Free Kay Flock, and I upped one too
When he come home, we gon' do him like DooWop
Notti died, he got me in that mood
In the party lookin' for the Goons
Like, OYK, we don't fuck with them dudes
All the opps, [?] diss all my deads, brody gon' die with them too
Fun fact, n***a shot with them too
Catch C Blu, we gettin' a drop at him too
Fuck that, these n***as know what I do
Bitch, I up that, they better duck by the Goons
N***a, DD Osama keep dissin', he never did shit but just talk on the net
Word to my dead, next n***a who talk on my name, gon' be the next n***a who dead
This a message for all of the opps, n***as never outside when we slide through the Jet
All of my opps really broke, and they don't got no money
I'm 'bout to put a bag on they head
[Chorus]
Druggie B, doin' bad, n***a stole from a fan
Why the fuck you ain't givin' no- (Money!)
And you thought that was funny?
He got shot, but he still movin' bummy
And that's the same n***a that better run from me
He got shot, that shit on a bunny
How you rob your fan for a couple of 20's?
Is you?- (Grahh, grahh)

[Outro]
Suck my dick, go get back n***a
Fuck is you talking 'bout, n***a?
N***as is pussy, n***a
N***as know what I do, man