Young moose n***a! Yall n***as kno wtf it is man! Them bitches done let me back out, yall n***as in trouble. Im shining again. U heard me? Im shining again. U dig wat im saying? This wats going on man. Them bitches can't stop me. 3 years? Awh yea gimme that. Shit ain't bout nun. And im rey get me another gun
U heard me? Straight up. Yall kno wtf it is man

(Verse 1)

Young Moose! Thuggin
That shit u talkin bout nun
U should be talkin bout money
U rather walk around bummy
I live my life like the mob
Im the god father u sonny
U looking round like who?
U kno im talkin ta u dummy
Ya main bitch, had her
She ate me up like a platter
I told her swallow everything
Let my nuts hang ima drag her
The whole block hit that
U a damn shame u can have her
I still gave the bitch back (why)
Cas i got a bitch n shes badder
And she done told me everything
She sweared ta god u ain't met her
If my baby momma find out, on everything she gon stab us
Tell somebody u from baltimore
Guarantee they gon crab us
We spin the bin wit hammers
Guarantee they gon scatter
And n***as hate ta see u climb, so i bought guns wit the ladders
And n***as hate ta see u shine, but let em whine it dont matter
When its hard times i be jacking
Hard times then we bag em
U could call me tazmania ima spazza whoa
N***as hate ta see u thumbin
But that ain't really how they comin
And n***as say they ya mans, but theyll kill u for some money
Yo said back then he was the man, but now he a whole junkie
And then he say he get pussy
But he done took his ass bundy
Get a 3rd one in his medulla
Ima killa u a shoota
Im on my way ta the show
Before i go see the jeweler
U kno i live in the trenches,  RIP lor scoota
N they'll kill u at the light, so ill never use uber
These lil n***as ain't right, so ima pop one in his medulla
Betta tell ya mom fall back before i tell her son she a cougar
N watch who u sign wit, cas these rap labels theyll screw u
U try comin in my house, like a chess piece ima move u
Its bout time for me ta go
Ima real n***a u a joke
Ima really show u im bananas u think u cutting my throat
I was thuggin all in atlanta, wit boosie boo in a ghost
N just ta be in ya presence, show me to a fein im dope
I was like 12 sellin coke
Before that Berlin wit the soap
I been bout it u ain't kno?
U fuck around get smoked
I slide down like hey hey, n burn ya ass wit the toast
Or treat u like we the kkk n hang ya ass by a rope
U kno i stay wit the rocket, my fava try tell me stop it
My big cuz said hell naa n***a make sure that u cock it
If i send them boys on my roster
They'll have ur brains like some pasta
But if i get out the car, u ain't gotta worry bout a doctor
Them black trucks gon pick u up dont think im talkin bout the knockers
DOA dead on arrival we some real heart stoppers
U kno i stay wit a hoe, if she steal from me ima sock her
Have her like gimme one more chance now im feeling like im big poppa
And ion bend em like copper
I used ta hang wit the chopper
It took a while ta get the bitch out so the 38 in my pocket
Slide down think a n***a slippin, ima plug u out like socket
And ion care if its broad day if u in the way ima pop it
Have my man like give it to me naa fall back boy i got it
FAH FAH FAH FAH FAH
Look take the gun n go hide it
Yea the top been rockin
Look get from round me u ain't slidin
Ima order up a stolo, cas tonight boy we slidin
Why yall n***as hiding?
When yall the ones who was plottin
And he dont like me cas his main hoe wen she the one who thottin
U say u love me n***a show me that
Spin thru where u kno he at
Yall n***as betta pay homage.. cas n***as owe me that n***a