Young Lo, just beat now
Yeah, too many diamonds on my neck, be goin' ones, baby
How you fuckin' with that nigga with no funds, baby?
A hell of *, a hell of sticks, a hell of drums, baby
Countin' up these bands, tell a nigga got no funds, baby
A nigga say he ever strip me, that is not facts
RBE, bitch, and I'm the top hat
And once Lil Brody hit your top, can't get your top back
Strip you for your Glock, can't get your Glock back
Them other niggas gon' go bad, but this is not that
Nigga, I just speak my mind, I do not rap
A nigga almost went broke, but I got back
How they slid, you had a gun and you ain't pop back
I know I got your bitch addicted, but this is not crack
Hit him from a distance with this beam and watch him drop back
I'm a thug, nigga
I'm a thug, nigga
So I only * with thug niggas
You ain't put nobody on that strap and I can't * with you
Gotta watch closely how I move, wear the feds on me
Probably would've thought that I was bull, all this red on me
I got all these blue bands, that was just some pants money
A band that's a slappin', nigga, with it in my hands
Nigga has a house, they know how we comin'
Thirty in the clock, I ain't missin' nothin'
You know I got sticks in this bitch like I'm drummin'
Hit it front of runnin', put this dick up in her stomach
Nigga still ridin', nigga, we ain't runnin'
Young nigga grindin', turn nothin' into somethin'
Know I like a bad bitch, but I love a real woman
She had it when I'm gone, but I gotta get this money
Fat chains on my neck, I don't die about it
Sayin' that there is, but there's nothing about it
You know every time I'm in it, baby, what I'm feelin'
Little nigga come through in that whip and we gon' beat it up
Nigga want a hook for ten bands, that ain't gon' be enough
Little bro, take that chain up off your neck, you better keep it tucked
You was makin' love to the bitch, I just beat it up
I'm a young nigga with a bankroll
Pulleys on my line, I had to lay low
Ain't no purple and no red, then I can't pull
Had to put the cup down, I done dreamt too many Faygo's
You know I got lawyers for that cash, till that cash close
Glizzy, he a lil' brody in his face, now his face gone
Nigga, why you cuffin' on that bitch, you know that ain't true
Got some shooters that are drillin' right now, if I say so
Too many diamonds on my neck, be goin' ones, baby
How you fuckin' with that nigga with no funds, baby?
A hell of * and hell of sticks and hell of drums, baby
Countin' up these bands, tell a nigga got no guns, baby
You got the hops?
I know how we comin'
Thirty in the clock, I ain't missin' nothin'
You know I got sticks in this bitch like I'm drummin'
Hit it runnin', runnin', but this dick up in her stomach