Really Yeah

(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)

(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)

You buy a Backwood, you gon fill it up with Bonk

If I buy a Backwood, I'ma fill it up with Runts

I ain't have a father, bitch I learned from my Uncs

The bag came in, got it gone, it took you months

I hang with some ****, they don't really give a fuck

****, you ain't no dog, you a muhfuckin' mutt

I went to school with you, stop actin' like you tough

You got a gun now, and you actin' like you cut

I don't trust nobody, shit, I'm good on my own

I know some **** gettin' money, eatin' good on that road

I'm stuck on Lebeau, but I got another load

Bitch, I'm tryna get some money, you tryna fuck on some hoes

I don't fuck with these ****, I only fuck with my woes

Lil bro just called, and he need another O

**** tough on the 'net, but they don't really want no smoke

You in the club gettin' drunk, bitch, you lookin' like a joke

I'ma stack my lil money, I ain't tryna go broke

I got a bag first, ****, I ain't even vote

They think I got a deal, ****, I ain't even close

If he think he fuckin' with me, then that **** doin' coke

I don't give a fuck, bitch, I got it on my own

It get lonely in this world, should be rockin' VLONE

So many **** copied, man, I got so many clones

Lil bro gon hit the road, shit, I'm waitin' on the load

(Bitch, I'm waitin' on the load)

(Man, I need another load)

(Man, I need another load)

I need another

If I see a opp, I feel like Pop Smoke

I don't really talk much, bitch, I let my Glock blow

I'll beat a **** ass, like I'm John Jones

I remember me and Leek was plugged with the iPhones

And we got the pints for the cheap, from your aunt though

And I got a Glock with a beam, where the opps go

I don't fuck with none of y'all ****, you a cockroach

You don't smoke how I smoke, ****, match bowls

**** had dog shit on him, now he back broke

Don't nobody got my back, that's why I act broke

Dee Rich, he with the shits, he just act slow

The L really yeah, with the yeah, that's somethin' you gotta know