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(D-D-DJ Swift on the track) Me, or you, yeah (Diddy Bop) Oh, oh, quit playin' on these niggas, yeah Uh, chop, uh-uh-uh-uh, yeah YoungBoy Run, get my stash and my choppa, shit finna get wicked (finna get wicked) If I slip up, then I'ma die (die), but I won't be a victim (be a victim) Cut my house arrest bracelet off, them people out to get me (they out to get me) I told Montana I ain't goin' back to Rouge Detention (fuck) I don't give a damn about what they doin', this my fuckin' city (this my fuckin' city) Sendin' shots on Instаgrаm, tellin' me to kill you Niggas said what 'bout TBG? I ain't owe 'em a penny it (uh-huh) Brand-new house with a pool and lake, bitch, come see how I'm livin' Let me tell it, all y'all rat and all you niggas bitches Pussy bitches screamin', "Boosie," and Boosie ain't hear them Nigga it's gon' be a murder, I live a life for redemption I think that bitch ass got a form, I ain't say he ain't hit him I don't believe in your God boy, we totally different (totally different) I just had a talk with Zoe, he said that you just want attention (you just want attention) For steady puttin' me in your mentions, bitch, you gotta get it (gotta get it) Since I'm a lil' boy, I'm comin' with everythin' in me (what up?) You want half on what? Nigga ain't never gave me shit (gave me shit) I got this shit up out the mud, get off my fuckin' dick (bitch-ass, my brother) Nigga who you killed? Reppin' like you been steppin' and shit (you ain't no killer) All them attempted murders, when I shoot, bitch I'm gon' hit (bitch, don't need no kill) The more they hate on me, the more I'ma keep comin' with (comin' with) The more you play, then the more deadly this shit gon' get (don't be dumb) 38 Baby, I ain't stoppin' 'til it's over with Reverse the clip and spin again until it's over with (grrah) YoungBoy think he the sickest (YoungBoy think he the sickest) Huh, that lil' nigga swear he wit' it (man, that lil' nigga swear he wit' it, man, that nigga) Man, all them niggas bitche (man, them niggas hos I don't like 'em) Them gang niggas they ain't livin' (no, for real, bet that up, look) Fuck that nigga, split him, baow, all I heard when he let off them shots, "Ah" Window down around the corner, all I heard was that choppa (grrah) Wet them niggas' block up too, back to back, bitch we ain't stoppin' (boom, boom, boom) With them hits, bitch I'm official too, like you ran, I'm steady droppin' You slapped Pablo with a gun, you ain't never slapped YB (never) You ended them niggas' career, you can't put an end to me Hashtaggin' OG, pussy bitch you ain't no kin to me Never hated, bitch I made it, prolly why you niggas envy me (envy me) Yeah, bitch ass nigga, what? Huh, I guess you mad that you broke, huh? Ay, huh, nigga I ain't never played with YoungBoy, ay AI YoungBoy a thug you heard me, nigga ain't never take no gun from me Piece of shit Don, what are you talkin' about? You know what I am talkin' about, you fuckin' corncob-
Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, Damion Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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