Look, pledge allegiance, my middle finger up like fuck police
Duke back, better hide your nieces cause I'm sold out, trippin' on perks and lean
When I was 13, I could work the need Just a young nigga tryna fuck Celine
I done did dirt just to bring the team up So now I bring the team just to fuck the scene
Niggas know what's up, I'm in a Rover truck And with a rollin' slut, she tryna pull me up
And when she don't me up, bet I'ma hold her butt I bet that's why niggas wanna clone me, huh
Bet that's why hoes be all on me, huh Best that you walk up slowly because I got it
on me And niggas don't know me, bruh
I'm stuttin' on these niggas like I'm Dayna Dayna, swervin' lane to lane
My niggas bangin' gangs, you niggas claimin' gangs You niggas claim the game, but never came to hang
Since it just ain't the same, and now we claim you lame, huh?
See, man, I came with flames and tried to gain the name And then I made the name
Bitch, I ain't even wanna change the game These niggas tellin' me the rules, I never played the game
Now I'm lookin' like, what the fuck? I told you bitch niggas not to fuck with us
Cause if you fuck with us, we got to fuck you up Pull out the bucky -buck and leave your button down
We're just kids with fuckin' guns, big fuckin' guns
Bunch of kids with fuckin' guns, big fuckin' guns
We're just kids with fuckin' guns, big fuckin' guns
Bunch of kids with fuckin' guns, big fuckin' guns
Big fuckin' guns, big fuckin' guns
Don't touch me, niggas call me Batsky
I got nine o 'clock, around nine o 'clock, uh
Nigga, yeah, like the ox, yeah
So your granny shit, keep the foil hot
I'm lookin' for the fiends with the grimy socks
With the dirty nails and the girly socks, uh
Yeah, I'm gettin' rich tonight
So your pussy bitch is gettin' pimp tonight
Yeah, make a right on fig
Get your dick sucked, countin' bucks, right on three
Get guns, split wigs, yeah, kids
This world ain't give you shit
But pussy till you dig
The second short stack is you might get sick
Cotton candy, sweet as gold
Let me see your pussy, hoe
Throw it back, let it slow
Show me why they call you ho
Bitch, I'm up, I know you know
Tell me what you playin' for
Bitch, I ain't feelin' what you is feelin'
Bitch, is you with it? Bitch, I ain't with it
Kids with fuckin' guns, big fuckin' guns
Bunch of kids with fuckin' guns, big fuckin' guns
Bunch of kids with fuckin' guns, big fuckin' guns
Bunch of kids with fuckin' guns, big fuckin' guns
Big fuckin' guns, big fuckin' guns
Big fuckin' guns, big fuckin' guns
Now, bitch, just chill
This is how it is when the shit get real
Pistol grip and a eggnog whip
What is this then, bitch?
It's a pimpin' shit
Bars of rust
Now, tell the fuck, niggas, don't bother us
I rap with the strap, no robbin' us
And we ball like ain't nobody got nothin'
Starback, nigga
Chop it to your hairline, part that, nigga
You a bitch, boy, where your heart at, nigga
Small fish in the water where the sharks at, nigga
Touch this, touch that
I bust first, you can't bust back
Racks on racks, yeah, I touch that
Ride, hit me while you walkin' with your butt back
Nigga, fuck that
Fuck this, no fuck shit, cause I'm a YG
I be gettin' money, swear the dollar sign is my ID
Say, my nigga
I know you niggas heard I don't play, my nigga
Next up out of seat, hey, my nigga
I could shit on these rappers all day, my nigga
Yeah, yeah, my nigga
Money Team, Flo Rae, Jay, my nigga
That's a joke, nigga, laugh
Dirty money, shorty puttin' hundreds in the bag
This bout mine, and we runnin' in your lap
Ten front line niggas gunnin' for your ass
Got a Grove nigga with me, that's a whole front of 50s
Inglewood, though, F's and the rules from the biddy
Make a diss bout mine, and we runnin' in your lap
Half ten front line niggas gunnin' for your ass
Got a Grove nigga with me, that's a whole front of 50s
Inglewood, though, F's and the rules from the biddy
Whoop!
