[Hook: $lade] x 2
Ima young n***a on the move (aye)
Quit the playin', boy you know you ain't smooth (aye)
When you up against me, you gon lose
Stop frontin on me n***a, you know who she gon choose (aye)

[Verse 1: $lade]
I ain't never really playin
N***a better check himself before he start up wit the hatin
Better speak up if you talkin, I ain't hearin what you sayin
I ain't finna deal wit nobody till I'm done blazin
Till I'm done blazin
I said till I'm done blazin
Better speak up if you talkin, I ain't hearin what you sayin
I ain't finna deal wit nobody till I'm done blazin

[Verse 2: Gu@po]
Free the homie TJ, never attempted homi
Yeah I'm nice but fuck wit me I might just catch a body
Glock a sex offender like his name is Bill Cosby
Fuckin bitches. gettin money, stupid n***a that's my hobby
I'm just tryna get straight off the block, no cappin
Told my lil bro that I got him until the casket
Yes I got shooters lil n***a, quit askin
Bro let me crash for a year, it's deeper than rappin
N***as remember days when we was broke, we was trapped in
But now a n***a's focused on the money, that was back then
Body after body, shape shiftin like I'm Ben 10
She was trippin on me so n***a I just fucked her friend, yeah
These bitches fuckin wit a n***a for the clout
But she wasn't talkin shit when my dick was in her mouth
Got some family, yeah the be fuckin trappin down south
I'd rather fight a n***a but my goons gon air him out
[Hook: $lade] x 2
Ima young n***a on the move (aye)
Quit the playin', boy you know you ain't smooth (aye)
When you up against me, you gon lose
Stop frontin on me n***a, you know who she gon choose (aye)

[Verse 3: 2$lumpt]
Aye
Posted wit my n***as and we steady gettin fucked up
Tryna say you wit the shits, gon get yo ass fucked up
Tryna talk down, you gon get yo lil bitch fucked
Get buck
Like a skater I just get buck
Count up
I'm just tryna count these bands
She steady in my DM's but I thought she had a mans
I'm rollin up, I'm pourin up, might pop a couple xans
Off that Natty Daddy, n***as might just pull up do they dance
Yo bitch feenin for the white, she stuck up in a trance
Brodie strapped up, you might confuse him for a trans
Young n***a, I just wanna count up bands (count it up aye)
I just wanna count up bands
Gas pack (gas pack)
This shit got a n***a slumped (got me slumped)
N***as talkin this and that but they ain't runnin up (ain't runnin up)
Pussy n***a thought that we wasn't gon turn up
Until he seen my n***as hella deep ready fuck it up
Stop actin (stop actin)
I ain't forcin shit, no cappin (no cap)
This shit really the mob n***a this more than rappin (more than rap)
Mixin drugs got a n***a sleep, bitch I'm nappin
And I heard you got the pack so we might pull up and just tax it n***a