[Intro: Boosie Badazz]
Aw shit n***a
Whole lotta gang shit n***a
Whole lotta East Saint Louis shit
N***a whole lotta Louisiana gangster shit n***a
Yeah, put y'all hoods up, get your bottles
Get everybody to get in the section n***a, let's ride
N***a let's go twin, look
Don't get it fucked up n***a, you ain't stupid n***a
Nah, you ain't stupid n***a
Don't get it fucked up n***a, you ain't stupid n***a
Hah, no, hah, hah
Don't get it fucked up n***a, you ain't stupid n***a
Hah, yeah
Don't get it fucked up n***a, you ain't stupid n***a
Yeah

[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz]
Don't get it fucked up n***a, you ain't stupid n***a
You ain't heard of Boosie Badazz ruthless n***a?
People need to be askin' 'bout my music n***a
But they always asking did I shoot a n***a
I swing that iron like an East Saint Lou n***a
The look on my face like what you wanna do n***a
Keep me a K and I'll for sure shoot n***a
Free BG, you know it's all on you n***a
Ride through the city with a dirty stick
Every n***a 'round me, they 'bout murdering
Should've gave it up when he came for it
Now we finna show you we some retards
Wish I had my dawg back home from the pen
He gon' hit ten every time that he spin
N***a try to hide, we gon' go and get his friend
Bang bang bang bang bang, East Saint shit
Three clips, no mercy, it's a bloodbath
Pocket full of money, me and Twin 'nem
They ask me what to do about the hate
I told 'em shoot 'em all in they face
Murder case, murder case, murder case
Shot him in his neck two times, in his vertebrae
I told a pussy n***a not to play
I'm YoungBoy with a fuckin' thirty-eight, bang
[Chorus: NBL Twinz]
Twinzo and Badazz, Twinzo and Badazz
We drop n***as, we trashbag
Put 'em in a bag n***a, we bag that
Light 'em up, light 'em up, light 'em up
Shop my truck, shop my truck, shop my truck
Gun 'em down, pray the lord pick 'em up
If he drop him off, Twinzo pick him up
Twinzo and Badazz, Twinzo and Badazz
We drop n***as, we trashbag
Put 'em in a bag n***a, we bag that
Light 'em up, light 'em up, light 'em up
Shop my truck, shop my truck, shop my truck
Gun 'em down, pray the lord pick 'em up
If he drop him off, Twinzo pick him up

[Interlude]
Don't get it fucked up n***a, you ain't stupid n***a
Yeah, 'cause it can get stupid n***a
Don't get it fucked up n***a, you ain't stupid n***a
Yeah, East Saint Louis n***a
Don't get it fucked up n***a, you ain't stupid n***a
Hah, hah
You got us fucked up n***a, we some stupid n***as

[Verse 2: NBL Twinz]
Copped the loft then I lost it all
Yaeh all my n***as, yeah they watched me fall
Man fuck them n***as, I'ma kill 'em all
Can't eat a meal in front of your dogs
Lost twenty racks on the carpet n***a
Let me tell you why these n***as not your n***as
If they your n***as why they gamblin' with you?
If they your n***as why they gamblin' get you n***a?
Heard a n***a dissing, yeah n***a get tied up
Get a n***a killed, right hand on the bible
Twinzo, he'll cut a n***a (NBL)
Boosie Boo, he'll bust a n***a, n***a u
[Chorus: NBL Twinz]
Twinzo and Badazz, Twinzo and Badazz
We drop n***as, we trashbag
Put 'em in a bag n***a, we bag that
Light 'em up, light 'em up, light 'em up
Shop my truck, shop my truck, shop my truck
Gun 'em down, pray the lord pick 'em up
If he drop him off, Twinzo pick him up
Twinzo and Badazz, Twinzo and Badazz
We drop n***as, we trashbag
Put 'em in a bag n***a, we bag that
Light 'em up, light 'em up, light 'em up
Shop my truck, shop my truck, shop my truck
Gun 'em down, pray the lord pick 'em up
If he drop him off, Twinzo pick him up

[Verse 3: NBL Twinz]
You a stupid n***a, you a goofy n***a
Talkin' bad on my crew, we'll lose it n***a
Ayy Boo, what it do my n***a?
You with some real young n***as who can move my n***a
Time to put in a little bit of overtime
Ask Boo, young n***as done spent the dime
Six months goin' in, we on the grind
While the day ones left they ass behind
Baton Rouge, Baton Rouge, Baton Rouge
East Saint Louis, East Saint Louis, East Saint Louis
Where them shooters at, we gon' make a movie
I'm a Badazz boy like Boosie (Twinzo n***a)
With my four-five, with my Glock nine
I ain't wasting no bullets, count all mine
They hatin' in my city so I do it for my city
Word around the town we the youngest n***as gettin' it