[Intro]
Viper

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Young thug n***a with that Glock on me, uh, this a stick, ain't no stock on it
Bitch, I left the house on some cash shit, but if we run into an opp, we gon’ drop homie
Young thug n***a with that Glock on me, uh, this a stick, ain't no stock on it
Bitch, I left the house on some cash shit, but if we run into an opp, we gon' drop homie


[Verse 1: Yhung T.O.]
Matter fact, bitch, I’m back on that fuck shit, I chase a bag, but I don't duck shit
He know if he see me, better duck quick, n***a, fuck that brother shit and that trust shit
I'm strictly on some slime shit, bitch, I ain't got no mind, I'm on nonsense
Who the fuck you gon' side with? When it's up, that's who the fuck you gon’ die with
When I ran out of luck, I had faith in my hands, I heard it was war, I brought Drakie again
They hate me already, make ’еm hate me again

[Chorus: Yhung T.O. & Earl Swavey]
Young thug n***a with that Glock on me, uh, this a stick, ain't no stock on it
Bitch, I lеft the house on some cash shit, but if we run into an opp, we gon’ drop homie
Young thug n***a with that Glock on me, uh, this a stick, ain't no stock on it
Bitch, I left the house on some cash shit, but if we run into an opp, we gon' drop homie (Ayy, on gang)

[Verse 2: Earl Swavey]
Left the house with ten bands, that's a hundred hundreds (Hundreds)
Bitch, I hopped out with two Glocks, I feel like Andre Drummond (Drummond)
Don’t go fuckin' with Jigga Man, he always startin' somethin' (Somethin')
'Cause he claim that he real, but we know he really frontin' (Knock it off)
Yeah, I just left my dawg, I'm goin' brazy in my mental
All facts, no cap, I don't flex on instrumentals
.40 cals, hollow rounds, I'ma aim it at your dental
Can't slip, paper tag, nah, this ain't no rental (Nah)
Hop out with that Draco, fifty in the clip (Clip)
N***a slip, I'ma let it rip, n***a, that's off the rip (Off the rip)
You ain't been where I been and that's on the real (That's on the real)
I go load up with them chotos when they on a drill (Man-down)
Jigga Man, bitch, I keep that blower like a ceiling fan
Bitch, I ain't got no mind
Percocets, I pop a pussy like I pop a Xan
Bitch, I ain't got no mind
[Chorus: Yhung T.O. & Earl Swavey]
Young thug n***a with that Glock on me, uh, this a stick, ain't no stock on it (Bitch, I ain't got no mind)
Bitch, I left the house on some cash shit, but if we run into an opp, we gon' drop homie (Bitch, I ain't got no mind)
Young thug n***a with that Glock on me, uh, this a stick, ain't no stock on it (Bitch, I ain't got no mind)
Bitch, I left the house on some cash shit, but if we run into an opp, we gon' drop homie (Bitch, I ain't got no mind)

[Outro: Earl Swavey]
Bitch, I ain't got no mind
Bitch, I ain't got no mind