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$tupid Young

"Rebirth"

[Intro]
Turn that b*tch up, Glory

[Chorus: MyCrazyRO]
I remember way back when I was younger, younger
My n*ggas was trapping through the summer, summer
Remove the doors up off the whip, now it's a Hummer, Hummer
Drip spent all on kicks just for my comfort, ayy
My lil' b*tch suck di*k, ain't gotta rehearse, ayy
I'm so good, I died and then I rebirth
I just spent another check up on my t-shirts
Finna cash out on that Patek, b*tch, I don't need her
I remember way back when I was younger, younger
My n*ggas was trapping through the summer, summer
Remove the doors up off the whip, now it's a Hummer, Hummer
Drip spent all on kicks just for my comfort, ayy
My lil' b*tch suck di*k, ain't gotta rehearse, ayy
I'm so good, I died and then I rebirth
I just spent another check up on my t-shirts
Finna cash out on that Patek, b*tch, I don't need her

[Verse 1: $tupid Young]
Ayy, we slidin' with them thirties, going berzerk
Plottin' on them roaches, doing research
Tryna put they homies on a t-shirt
Tryna put they homies in a desert
Riding 'round the block, one of 'em posted with the Glock
Helicopters, they on top when I'm looking for the cops
f*ck a great rap, we be looking for the opps
If we catch a n*gga slippin', we gon' give his ass shots
I be riding for my n*ggas 'til I can't no more
Young n*gga out here, had to get it from the floor
Headed from the bottom to the top, that's for sure
Only gotta put on for me and my bros
I don't trust no n*gga when I look you in the eyes
n*ggas said they real, I can tell they telling lies
Young n*gga out here and you know I'm finna slide
f*ck the other side, n*gga, f*ck the other side

[Chorus: MyCrazyRO]
I remember way back when I was younger, younger
My n*ggas was trapping through the summer, summer
Remove the doors up off the whip, now it's a Hummer, Hummer
Drip spent all on kicks just for my comfort, ayy
My lil' b*tch suck di*k, ain't gotta rehearse, ayy
I'm so good, I died and then I rebirth
I just spent another check up on my t-shirts
Finna cash out on that Patek, b*tch, I don't need her

[Verse 2: $tupid Young]
This for Durk, this for Pablo, this for Danny, this for Dallas
n*gga, we gon' slide with them semiautomatics
Catch an opp lacking, guarantee we let him have it
Yeah, it's going down, ain't talking 'bout the Titanic
Young n*gga, I'm just tryna go and get my bread up
Streets didn't feed me so it left a n*gga fed up
Was locked up, the homies told me, "Boy, keep your head up"
I don't trust nobody so I'm strapped with the Berettas
n*ggas runnin' like roaches when I pull up with them bro-bros
n*ggas dissing on the 'net but they don't want no smoke
n*gga told me that it's time to ride, I'm like, "Let's go, bro"
n*gga, we gon' hit 'em with the 40 or the four-four
I'ma ride for my n*ggas, that's no question
n*ggas always snitching, like Usher, giving confessions
n*ggas sending threats online but I ain't threatened
n*gga, I'ma catch him, hit him with the Smith & Wesson

[Chorus: MyCrazyRO]
I remember way back when I was younger, younger
My n*ggas was trapping through the summer, summer
Remove the doors up off the whip, now it's a Hummer, Hummer
Drip spent all on kicks just for my comfort, ayy
My lil' b*tch suck di*k, ain't gotta rehearse, ayy
I'm so good, I died and then I rebirth
I just spent another check up on my t-shirts
Finna cash out on that Patek, b*tch, I don't need her

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