[Intro: YNW Juvy]
Yeah
I got my n***a Bobi in this shit
Young n***a world, young n***a way

[Chorus: YNW Juvy]
Got it out the streets I got it on my fucking own
I'm thugging to the G, I'm a thug to the bone
I was raised in these streets I had to get it out the mud
I ain't never had shit, I remember I was selling dug
Popped the bottles in the club, man this shit feel like a dream
I remember masked up, man I was pulling schemes
Got a .40 with a dick, plus that bitch had got a beam
Got a choppa with a scope, plus that bitch gon' let me squeeze
Yeah, that bitch gon' let me squeeze, ay
Don't make me pop at your beam, ay
Don't make me pop at your head boy
I swear to God that you're dead boy
I really want that bread boy, I really what that cheese boy
I'm really going ham for this, I'm really going ham for this

[Verse 1: YNW Juvy]
I don't really give a fuck, no, I don't really give a damn, ay
Taxing like [?] ay, yeah I'm really doing this shit, ay
I'm really living the shit that I say, I'm really doing the shit I say
I'm really living the shit that I do
I'm speaking everything that is the truth, baby girl you spool
Still do me like do, faint on me like shoot
[Chorus: YNW Juvy]
Got it out the streets I got it on my fucking own
I'm thugging to the G, I'm a thug to the bone
I was raised in these streets I had to get it out the mud
I ain't never had shit, I remember I was selling dug
Popped the bottles in the club, man this shit feel like a dream
I remember masked up, man I was pulling schemes
Got a .40 with a dick, plus that bitch had got a beam
Got a choppa with a scope, plus that bitch gon' let me squeeze
Yeah, that bitch gon' let me squeeze, ay
Don't make me pop at your beam, ay
Don't make me pop at your head boy
I swear to God that you're dead boy
I really want that bread boy, I really what that cheese boy
I'm really going ham for this, I'm really going ham for this

[Verse 2: YNW Bobi]
I'ma spazz on the scene, I'm run with this gleam (Uh huh)
I'ma run with the glizzy, I'ma hit him with the scene (Yeah)
I'ma disappear, I ain't say a thing
They want me locked up, in the dead end gate
How you going down? How you going for that shit
Nah I ain't gon' tell that shit
[?]
I really go hard, I'm real, I'ma slide with the glizzy, I'm fina be dizzy
I'ma go hard, I'ma ride for the real
I won't be able to stand, man I'm with the real
We ran in the field, we were rannin' with that stick
We really had killed, we really had killed
These n***as they for real
[Chorus: YNW Juvy]
Got it out the streets I got it on my fucking own
I'm thugging to the G, I'm a thug to the bone
I was raised in these streets I had to get it out the mud
I ain't never had shit, I remember I was selling dug
Popped the bottles in the club, man this shit feel like a dream
I remember masked up, man I was pulling schemes
Got a .40 with a dick, plus that bitch had got a beam
Got a choppa with a scope, plus that bitch gon' let me squeeze
Yeah, that bitch gon' let me squeeze, ay
Don't make me pop at your beam, ay
Don't make me pop at your head boy
I swear to God that you're dead boy
I really want that bread boy, I really what that cheese boy
I'm really going ham for this, I'm really going ham for this