Lirik

They want that young nigga dumb, who you with, where you from shit That gang banging, rag hanging, what you claiming crunk shit (Hey!) They like that (Hey!) They on that (Hey!) They like that (Hey!) They want that They want that super gutter ignorant, that new ghetto belligerent Authentic brick flipping dope boy trap nigga shit (Hey!) Yeah they like that (Hey!) They on that (Hey!) They like that (Hey!) Yeah they want that They want banana clipping, chicken flipping, pistol gripping roll out Music do that shit so good cause that's the shit I know 'bout Money over everybody, trapping when its cold out Give me mine grind then go shine til I'm sold out Keep a K and some yay, no hesitation I'll spray whoever in a nigga way Os of the haze only thing a nigga blaze Gang bangers and J's in projects where a nigga stay In my baby mama Section-8 apartment Okay now everybody know me bitch I'm hot If you want it, ho I got it, you can fuck with me or not Still riding 24's, pockets full of cheddar now If you trapping I'll be out soon as I handle my B.I I'm trying to dodge the FBI who knew one day I'd be T.I Chevy sitting real high, same clothes still fly That's the shit them young niggas out there wanna hear about They want that young nigga dumb, who you with, where you from shit That gang banging, rag hanging, what you claiming crunk shit (Hey!) They like that (Hey!) They on that (Hey!) They like that (Hey!) They want that They want that super gutter ignorant, that new ghetto belligerent Authentic brick flipping dope boy trap nigga shit (Hey!) Yeah they like that (Hey!) They on that (Hey!) They like that (Hey!) Yeah they want that Gangster walking, see me approach with caution Louis belt around my waistline, pistol hanging off it Fuck them niggas who be talking, they can get it if they want it Still hanging on the corner, slanging crack and marijuana Still the man in my trap Disappeared from the feds, they ran in my trap Took a half-key, hundred grand, and my strap Only thing I got now is the 9 in my lap Better double, triple it whip it get it to selling Get rich and get out the game 'fore snitches can get to telling Magician with it Magellan, already a felon Ain't even fired up the dro and they already can smell it Wee hours of the morn I'mma hustle till it's all gone Nigga better recognize my grind Bank roll over all never mind my shine If you banging let me see your gang sign one time They want that young nigga dumb, who you with, where you from shit That gang banging, rag hanging, what you claiming crunk shit (Hey!) They like that (Hey!) They on that (Hey!) They like that (Hey!) They want that They want that super gutter ignorant, that new ghetto belligerent Authentic brick flipping dope boy trap nigga shit (Hey!) Yeah they like that (Hey!) They on that (Hey!) They like that (Hey!) Yeah they want that Nigga know I spent my whole life in that shit And still riding with me cause they like that shit Yeah they like that (Hey!) They on that (Hey!) They like that (Hey!) Yeah they want that Spit it how I used to live it I ain't writing that shit Like I'm right in that shit, that's why they like that shit (Hey!) Yeah they like that (Hey!) They on that (Hey!) They like that (Hey!) Yeah they want that They want that young nigga dumb, who you with, where you from shit That gang banging, rag hanging, what you claiming crunk shit (Hey!) They like that (Hey!) They on that (Hey!) They like that (Hey!) They want that They want that super gutter ignorant, that new ghetto belligerent Authentic brick flipping dope boy trap nigga shit (Hey!) Yeah they like that (Hey!) They on that (Hey!) They like that (Hey!) Yeah they want that (Hey!) Yeah they like that (Hey!) They like that (Hey!) Yeah they want that
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