Y&R (feat. L5)

We ain't save no hoes, after I hit you gon' go

But I love a bitch that get a drop, wherever I go

We bringin' them sticks in the show, if the feds watchin', these pop

Wide-body Hellcat, lock up behind this bitch, I'ma push it, boy, I ain't gon' stop

Said a ****, where hell at? No, you can't get in this car if you ain't never hit up top

They know I'm a swine, support him, bitch, I had a Glock

Sixteen, ****, ass got spanked, saw my dad doin' time

The rest of us shootin' up slimes from 2017 at his face

****, back up to your brother, ain't nobody even died

Why the fuck **** speakin' on Haley, the fuck **** think?

Bring that whip for the bass, tryna link up a tray for a drink

Bro, you drive that dead-ass ****, so they mention bullets, put him in a hearse

I'm tryin' to decide if I'm frontin' life, that Jizzle

But bro smokin' him out a squirt

If this **** was wise, he wouldn't even reach for that pistol

So I'ma light this bitch up like a flirt

Lil' bro got a nine, like Mastaff on the line

I'ma blow some, boy, don't need to stir

And fuck **** dissin', we gon' hop out on these dots

Three hundred, I'll drop on these blocks

We gon' hop out, better kill all them ****, and kill that bitch too

She gon' talk to the cops, if had them one of them gon walk

Man, it's all that ****, keep thankin'

He gained that fuck **** like no sauce

I'ma pop out with five hundred and hold this shit

That thang and I fuck with Ross

They say I'm five trip, I got a G-19 with a bun on the back

I'll pull up and leave this shit to me

I fuck with a G, bangin' on B, but I ain't gon' count

My dad be creepin', I'm on the bus, but I'm in the fire

With thirty bitches, I'm still tip, I'm still tip

They tellin' me slow shit down

I saw it five they turning for treffs, you spit on quay

You get put in the ground

The law will pull up, suck me up, kick out, this not no lounge

I have a young ****, they'll come, bleach your shit

308, bitch, get on the ground

He lyin', my **** don't wanna be out

See I earned this shit, we stay in my sound

I'm tryna decide if I'm from the life that Jizzle

But bro smoking him out of squirt

If this **** was wise, he wouldn't even reach for that pistol

So I'ma light this bitch, I like a flirt

Lil' bro got a nine, like Mastaff, but on the line

I'ma blow some, but don't even start

Bro, you drive that dead-ass ****, so they mention bullets, put him in a hearse

I'm tryna decide if I'm from the life that Jizzle

But bro smoking him out of squirt

If this **** was wise, he wouldn't even reach for that pistol

So I'ma light this bitch, I like a flirt

Lil' bro got a nine, like Mastaff, but on the line

I'ma blow some, but don't even start