[Intro]
Aye
Y.S.N, Young Street N***a
Out west, 290 shit n***a
You know how I'm rockin' n***a
Lud Foe
Boochie gang bitch
Get yo guns up, get yo funds up
You on that opp shit get mop stick hoe
Straight gang shit n***a
You know how we rockin' n***a
Aye, aye, aye

[Verse]
I don't give a fuck about shit
Mouth slick, slick rick
You was in the house
But I was on some trap house shit
I fuck hoes, talk shit
N***as ain't bout shit
This a Gucci shirt
I used to rock that Hugo Boss shit
We send shots, you catch bullets on yo Randy Moss shit
And sometimes I lose my mind
But I never lost shit
Red bone, super thick
Fuck me for a outfit
We do home invasions, fuck around and get ya house hit
I'm riding big rims, think I'm on some down south shit
Bitch I'm getting money, I'm just on some young boss shit
If you cross the line, I'll get you knocked off quick
You not a killer, boy you lying, you ain't knocked off shit
Drugs in my pores, molly water drippin' off me
You talking shit, 30 bullet holes in ya outfit
These hoes like paparazzi, I can't get these bitches off me
I wake up early and start drinking Henny like its coffee
You ain't talking bout no money, well that's where you lost me
I fuck these hoes for free, that shit ain't gon' never cost me
Do a drill mask on, you won't even notice me
My jewelry colder than a polar, my jeweler done froze me
It's a sight to see, that's why these bitches gon' hoe for me
My shorties shoot for free
They might end up kickin' yo door for me
I keep my pole with me just in case you thinkin bout pokin me
Got junkies knockin on my door, tryna cop some blow from me
What imma fight for? What you wanna lose your life for?
I long pipe her but I can never ever wife her
As a young n***a they never really understand us
So I pick the gun up, fucked around and got my stripes up
She wanna fuck with me, she heard that I can turn her life up
I got some rap money, I fucked around and got my pipes up
I hit the club with my shades on, why
Cause I'm high as hell
I don't rock no fuckin' Bourne fly but I'm fly as hell
Say he gettin' money but he not, he's a lie and tell
If I go to jail, I won't tell bitch I make bail
All we know is W's, cause n***a we don't take L's
Bro go post up by the train station, rob n***as by the L
If robbin' me was yo mission, then you gon' fuck around and fail
Got homies in the jail and for me I know they proud as hell
Boy these bullets hot, hit yo top and fuck around and melt
I keep that 40 on me, and it's tucked in my designer belt
Bitch keep on callin', she stalking me
She can't help herself, I ain't gotta touch a bitch
I make a hoe caress herself
Get a shoebox fill it with knots
Sit on the shelf, 4 leaf clover for that green, imma fucking elf
I remember back when we was down, ain't nobody help
You get fucked up, yo bitch lips like some vice grips
I get sucked up
Like crime mob, if you knuck you get buck, buck
You get gift wrapped, kidnapped, you get trunk trunk
You mug off them drugs, you got fuck around
And I get punched drunk, I ain't finish school
Hell yeah I was a young flunk, quick to get a gun
But I still want no young pump
I was grindin' n***a, I couldn't wait till my time come
Yo bitch give me dome, she couldn't wait till a n***a cum
Drinkin' henny to the dome, I don't want no red rum
If you run up on me wrong, n***a imma kill some
We steal cars, to do drive-by's let's go peel some
These bullets come with pain, I don't think you wanna feel none
Been doin this rap shit since a shorty and it's still fun
I hope you got your gun if don't then you better run
I got a lot to say, you main bitch be blowin' me
This mac what I spray, coolin' kit so it won't overheat
You not a street n***a, so stay yo ass out the street
Bitch I got bread on both sides, like some lunch meat
Bitch we hurricane, go ay bay bay with 223s
I told her fuck my chain, she was dreamin' about fuckin' me
I caught a money disease infected with blue cheese
N***as funny to me, put on fronts for TV
I grew up around robbers
I grew up around thieves
I grew up around killers
Grew up around OG's
They was all real n***as and they well taught me
White chalk cross that ngga out if he cross me
You wanna rap beef, you must not wanna eat
You ain't gettin' no money, cause you way too busy watching me
If you wanna come around here, we knock you off your property
They say life is a gamble, it feel like monopoly
You tryna compete, he lost the ball, he thought he was rockin' me
These hoes used to diss me now they sending me apologies
I been doin this shit for years n***a imma prodigy
I'm sellin' twitter D, so all the dope fiens follow me
N***as hate on me, but me I never let it bother me
Shout out to my momma dukes
Cause she the one that father'ed me
Shout out to my real n***as, never turned they back on me
So when you see me, got the same n***as in the back of me