Where We Come From (feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again)

GG, NBA, Ah!

Real gangsta shit, yah

(Zaytoven)

Where we come from, **** don't play

Southside **** on the North movin' weight, yah

We might slide on a **** broad day

Them young'uns they be thuggin', don't come in these hallways

And we be on the block makin' money all day, yeah

Playin' with the rocks, put that money in a safe, yeah

Screamin' wrong or right, shoot and **** in a face, yeah

**** outta line, we gonna put 'em in they place, yeah

Now look here

I come from beefin', slangin' iron at the other side

I never let it go, I just went harder when my **** died

I've been locked up too many times, I run it without even tryin'

I want your head, I drop a dime

You run up, you might lose your mind

Rich ****, Audemar on me and my bitch

And I be runnin' with some ****, every one with the shits

Don't take my jewelry, I'll come out the window slangin' that stick

I'm cold hearted, fuck with my mama 'n' we gon' step on that bitch

Believe that

No picks and chooses, it go down when I lose it

And I done came up on so much, I swear I don't wanna lose it

I point 'em out and that's a fact, that means it's definitely no foolin'

And I know Glizzy really trap, don't give a fuck 'bout the music

Where we come from, **** don't play

Southside **** on the North movin' weight

Yah, we might slide on a **** broad day

Them young'uns they be thuggin', don't come in these hallways

And we be on the block makin' money all day, yeah

Playin' with the rocks, put that money in a safe, yeah

Screamin' wrong or right, shoot and **** in a face, yeah

**** outta line, we gonna put 'em in they place, yeah

Bitch, you know what's up with us so don't act like you stupid

I just bought a Bentley truck and it came with a shooter (Skrrt)

Your bitch suck me off while I was listenin' to Future

No I don't give a fuck, you see them ****, better do 'em

Tell me what the fuck you want, I just bought another home

Got the plug on line one and YoungBoy on my other phone

When I ran up on 'em **** my hoodie was VLONE

Baby free my heart, and in my eyes, no, he can't do wrong

.45 tucked inside my Helmut Lang sweats

If I call you my slime, then that mean you gon' slaat

Your ****, they ain't riding, bitch, how much you gon' bet?

Catch that bitch who killed my brother, now my mind goin' back (30, 30)

Where we come from, **** don't play

Southside **** on the North movin' weight, yah

We might slide on a **** broad day

Them young'uns they be thuggin', don't come in these hallways

And we be on the block makin' money all day, yeah

Playin' with the rocks, put that money in a safe, yeah

Screaming wrong or right, shoot and **** in a face, yeah

**** outta the line, we gonna put 'em in they place, yeah

Hold on, I'm on that North, my **** out the South

Hanging with them fearless bosses, that's how you know the realest

Thot lil bitch, yeah, I fuck you in yo' booty then I kick ya out

That slime shit, that blind shit, I blow a **** down

Straight out the cell, bitch I'm out my mind

I got a million for every **** want a slice of mine

And all my **** keep them pistols, we ain't wastin' time

Them **** around my set and then these **** dyin'

And look here, ready for Glizzy they go back to Jefe 2, wait

Probably on that Law 3, but shit, ****, what up?

I'm thuggin' in this bitch and I'mma cut up

And we gon' step and we gon' and get fucked up

Believe that

Me-za, what it is lil' bitch?

You heard me, I'm waitin' on Glizzy, Glizzy be gettin too high

Man, I'm just coolin, I'm waitin on him, you heard me?