Letra
(Oh yeah, Rick)
YBN
**** can't fuck with me
**** can't fuck with my squad
Never was playin' fair
Bunch of **** banned from the hood, rap payin' good
I can make like thirty in one month, know it's all love
She gon' let me fuck 'cause I'm the one
**** sick of YBN, I get to throwin' that shit up
My first day out of jail, I hit my **** up, we in the 'jects
Took his strap from off his hip, that's how you make a **** mad
Savage Squad, we in the zone, we bringin' this shit back
Always been hard-headed, I live my life on the edge
I already know my **** good, he ridin' fully automatic
Posted up in neighborhoods **** never can come back
Watch how this shit right here turned a boy into a man
Got everybody sayin', "Damn, why he do him like that?"
Bro ain't even gotta ask, get to shootin' through the glass
Ho, you wanna ride with me? Make sure you wear your life jacket
It's two hundred on the dash, I bet I get us there and back
All this work I put in, **** ain't proud of me yet?
One of my worst fears my own man seein' the stand
I know some **** real lifers, somewhere chillin' up in max
I get locked, I'ma be somewhere sendin' hits from my cell
**** tell to 12, that's when pussy **** get the belt
I be high as hell, fly as hell, you can't tell me nothin'
Smoke his dead man, smoke his dead ass into a bale
I be everywhere, was never scared, was taught to get the money
Folks still a tweaker, keep his gun on him from Sunday to Sunday
Don't take no lunch breaks
Back-to-back SRTs, turned the streets to a one-way
We in two whole different leagues, you lil' **** pump fakin'
Pop off, give me a reason, I'ma show you one day
Best believe all my **** with that gunplay
I think he doin' it for the clout, put him on the front page
Got hoes throwin' alley-oops like, "Ho, do me a favor"
Shot that boy, forgot his name, lil' boy thought he was major
I be high as hell, fly as hell, you can't tell me nothin'
Smoke his dead man, smoke his dead ass into a bale
I be everywhere, was never scared, was taught to get the money
Folks still a tweaker, keep his gun on him from Sunday to Sunday
Don't take no lunch breaks
Back-to-back SRTs, turned the streets to a one-way
We in two whole different leagues, you lil' **** pump fakin'
Pop off, give me a reason, I'ma show you one day
Written by: YBN Lil Bro
