Young Chop
Yeen Bout Dat Life
[Intro]
Smell the murder in the air, uh oh
Them boys letting choppers go
I swear to god I'm killing n***as
Somebody plan a funeral

[Hook]
Yeen' about that life
That murder murder shit, but yeen' about that life
You just all talk, you just all hype
Claim you be with killers, heard it's all lies
Yeen' about that life
Pussy n***a what you saying, yeen' about that life
I tell them catch me when you can, yeen' about that life
Yeen' about that life, yeen' about that life

[Verse 1]
I'm talking crack your melons, rebels on some felon shit
Talking dirty burners, fuck the judge I'm thugging bitch
Money, money, money, money, all I'm working with
Tried to rob me, there goes shotty', that's what buddy get
Bow, bow, Waka Flocka ab lib
If my bitch get to the head, call her Advil, yeah
Yeah, better know who you fucking with, yeah
Yeah, better know trips is for fucking kids
Holy moly dog, what that Rollie' cost
That's bout eighty racks, could've put it down on a Maybach
Yeen' about that life, pills, purple, white
Bad bitches switching, that's like every night
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Ok now, word on my mama, n***a try me he gon' die tonight
Handle you and maybe out of sight before them siren lights
Murder only mind state, show up at your mom's place
Yeen' about that life, bodies found on your landscape
N***as want problems, get served like a warrant
Looking for me bitch, I'm whipping a foreign
Drop with that clip and I'm ready for war
N***as is bitches and most of them flaw
Talking that shit that they not really bout'
Loving they hoes, they be digging their mouth
Bringing them in, kicking them out
Dicking them down, that's what I'm bout'
Hate when n***as be talking talk, that's until the chopper bust
That's until the suits are black, bless your soul in god we trust
Yeen' about that life, pills, purple, white
N***as threaten mine, he might see the light

[Hook]

[Outro]
Smell the murder in the air, uh oh
Them boys letting choppers go
I swear to god I'm killing n***as
Somebody plan a funeral