Boys To Men

Turn me up YC (Turn me up YC, Turn me up YC) Them niggas send shots, we send shots back (RealRed, I'm so fuckin' bumpin', bro) Lil' one said they on the block, take 'em where the opps at We need another Glock, fuck it, go and cop that What the fuck wrong with the cops, asking, "Where Poppa at?" You little boys can't hang with us, I don't care who you know Them niggas don't want no war with us, I see straight through the smoke We take them K's on tour with us, you know them shooters go Soon as you meet, hop out on feet, yeah, that's that ooda flow Bitch, don't ask what happened to Leeke, I don't want you to know You gonna have me thinking you creep and I can't shoot a ho Said fuck it and I jumped straight off the porch, go where ever Dooda go Interrogation they was trying bring up that boy, I don't know no foolio Ayy, Lil Poppa, I know why them niggas mad, they ain't want you to blow Take care my fam, I gotta run me up a bag, that's who I do it for Usually high but I'm not right now, that's all I got right now Wasn't for this, then I probably be on the block right now So I ain't playing, my lil' nigga say ya hot right now You need a fan and he eager to let off shots right now He get to spraying Feel like you can't, but you can, so I ain't hearing what you saying This all was part of the plan, going from a boy to a man Fuck that shit, run up my bands, fuck that jewelry, I need some land They say my fans depend on me, but I'm depending on my fans I mix Fanta with the lean, bitch, this Percocet a ten I need to give this shit away, I pray this shit come to an end Bitch, while you gossping, out here pussy popping, telling all your friends Can't talk to nobody but God about it, I committed all them sins I probably be back at square one, if I took care of all my kin But to everybody that stayed down, I swear we all gonna win Ain't got no time to be stressing 'bout no shit, I'm fed up Before you lay down, look bitch, you know you gotta give that head up Now I can't lie, girl you the shit, now gonna toot that ass up Say Poppa I know no less than 50, fuck you think this bookbag for? Ayy, Lil Poppa, I know why them niggas mad, they ain't want you to blow Take care my fam, I gotta run me up a bag, that's who I do it for Usually high but I'm not right now, that's all I got right now Wasn't for this, then I probably be on the block right now So I ain't playing, my lil' nigga say ya hot right now You need a fan and he eager to let off shots right now He get to spraying Feel like you can't, but you can, so I ain't hearing what you saying This all was part of the plan, going from a boy to a man