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Young Jefe Holmes

No, you don't wanna play with them, them **** insane

My **** poppin' pistols when I'm poppin' champagne

Say, ****, throw your hood up, yeah, rep your damn gang

Do you wanna turn a real **** campaign?

I don't fuck with these ****, we don't claim the same thing

Think shit sweet, if you want it, I'm gon' blow your damn brains

Boy, we crashin' out, you best stay in your damn lane

Just cashed out 50,000 on a brand new gold chain

Okay, hello to my haters, they know Young Jefe too player

Had to cut them **** off 'cause they owed me too many favors

If you play with my gang, they find you in a newspaper

Heard you ain't got no aim, that's how lil' what's-his-name sprayed you

And I hope it never come out that I put racks on that man

I'm the boss, I'm the lieutenant, I'm the leader of the clan

But even if I wasn't, I'm still a one-man band

Girl, I'm sorry, I can't love, it's just a one-night stand

You can find a **** better than me? Go 'head, bitch, I doubt it

Asked, "Is we going to Greece?" and she said, "Yeah," then she pouted

That knife, it almost took me out, I still dream about it

I was just waitin' by my mama house, I'ma still see 'em 'bout it, yeah

No, you don't wanna play with them, them **** insane

My **** poppin' pistols when I'm poppin' champagne

Say, ****, throw your hood up, yeah, rep your damn gang

Do you wanna turn a real **** campaign?

I don't fuck with these ****, we don't claim the same thing

Think shit sweet, if you want it, I'm gon' blow your damn brains

Boy, we crashin' out, you best stay in your damn lane

Just cashed out 50,000 on a brand new gold chain

Drunk so much Casamigos, I forgot my own name

Ridin' with that AR Grande, you gon' hear the way it sing

My bitch a spoiled brat, I told her appreciate her things

We be avoidin' that when I say that and I make lames

Waitin' on that phone to ring, where was you? I was in pain

She said, "The way you fuck my brains, I'm scared of you, I wanna scream"

And this GG on my chain is Greg Yüna, not Johnny Dang

My bitch rock Amina Muaddi denim, not Alexander Wang

I'm a menace to society, they treat me just like Caine

Militaries talkin' 'bout hirin' me, tryna send me to Ukraine

Mama talkin' 'bout retirin', I told her that she late

Every time we catch a body, we go and make it rain, oh

No, you don't wanna play with them, them **** insane

My **** poppin' pistols when I'm poppin' champagne

Say, ****, throw your hood up, yeah, rep your damn gang

Do you wanna turn a real **** campaign?

I don't fuck with these ****, we don't claim the same thing

Think shit sweet, if you want it, I'm gon' blow your damn brains

Boy, we crashin' out, you best stay in your damn lane

Just cashed out fifty thousand on a brand new gold chain