Ayy, Marc, what it do? I don't know everything I want She need time, oh I need time, oh Based God I know that it's real Fillin' me in my body, run emotions I hate on me, ain't know it Can't lend them your heart like a token I'm leavin' scars on your body, it ain't no status We undecided, want my attention, they say top Stackin' that money, it grow to galore Don't want me in Bentley, my engines in Rolls I got problems, I wanted it ghost All that shit from a child took a toll I be runnin' on time for these hoes She need time to think and I say, "No" Tell me that nobody knows I don't wanna preach it on my own You don't wan' come in, I'm goin' inside I'ma stand on the top in the front where it lies I'ma clean that bitch out like I hit it with Tide We don't need no time to rise We don't need no one to know, this shit can't be televised Need nothin' but a gun and my bro on side We on go, one floor from late tonight I be with it, they save in they mind how I get it He want smoke, it's a go, ain't no waitin', I send it I be on it, I'm pushin' this trey to the limit Ain't no tellin', I bet him then wait up in prison I'ma stretch him and top, but he tellin' my business We connivin' and robbin', ain't changin' my livin' Nigga know how I'm rockin', no floppin', I hit it Pussy nigga be hollerin', ain't comin' 'pecific I be runnin', yeah I don't know everything I want She need time, oh I need time, oh I know that it's real Fillin' me in my body, run emotions I hate on me, ain't know it Can't lend them your heart like a token I'm leavin' scars on your body, it ain't no status We undecided, want my attention, they say top I got them hitters with me, her friends know we play for keeps, mmh, mmh Let's go find some peace, right off in the bitch, uh-huh Come stakeout with me, I ain't got time to leave, yeah I drunk too much lean, I can't feel my feet, uh, yeah Check how a nigga be drippin' We on 'em, we surfin' in business (Yeah, slide) I'm talkin' a lot, I ain't kiddin' You want it, we get up and get it (Yeah, body) That chopper be poppin', I spit it I call it, I'm screamin', "Good riddance" (Yeah, die) You know that I'm poppin', no skillet These bitches wan' get in my business I say that I'm runnin', them hitters be gunnin' I'm droppin' it on 'em, them niggas go under I'ma ride in the black, blowin' loud with the llama I'm in love with that money, I spend it all summer While I run with the sack, I'ma try not to fumble I'm stay with that pole in the bed like a plumber Get away from her love, I see that it's comin' She be stalkin', she got me, she turn to a hunter I be runnin', yeah I don't know everything I want She need time, oh I need time, oh Ayy, Marc, what it do?

(Any Last Words) What, what what what Nigga yeah Bow, bow, bow Look (D-Roc) Tell 'em check me out now Know I got that shit in me Know I got my Glock out Say that they gon' get at me Murder, know that that be my town Try to slang that stick at me Try to send a bitch to me Ima send her right back up in pieces I'm on three R's, call that Reese's Pieces Gravedigger, no Jesus pieces Beef with me and it ain't no sleepin' Murder, until we get even That's on God, got my bitch behind me Plenty sticks inside this car I pray the law don't get behind me Gon' send me straight to Rikеrs Island Said lil' bitch, I'm 'bout it You ain't kill shit, you ain't wack nothin' Know we got plenty bodies Comе from the slums, ridin' in a bucket Now we four door slidin' Wit' 30 sticks off in this bitch I want a nigga for to trip I up and shoot from off the hip, bang Gang know that what I bang Green flags, got everything Shorty bad, she insane She just want to give me brain But can't be my main You know I got a savage bitch, don't trip She let me thug wit' the chick who stayed down wit' me Play I swang around this bitch, like I'm playin' baseball Can't get no Xans, Klonopins, I'm rollin' off them footballs Make me foot y'all, what that mean? step on him Dirty motherfucker, smash him then we rep off him Ooh (It's Lil Top, It's Lil Top) Bullets do a flip, youngin' tryna blues him Ooh (It's Lil Top, It's Lil Top) Hold on, kill that bitch and tell his mama, haha (Who they can't stop, Who they can't stop) Bet you miss him Drinkin' out the bottle, sleepin' wit' my choppa (Mhm) I mix tobacco with my mojo, know the Devil got me (Hm) I'm with XO, runnin' eps about my ex hoe That's a dog hoe, tryna put me back on child support I got money now, and I'm on that thirty million flow Hundred thousand dollars, sittin' right there on top the bed pole My lil' bitch a model I'm recordin', I'm feelin' on her body Bitch, I'm out my body Pop that X and flood my veins wit' Molly Watch me swerve the Rolls Know I'm in this bitch right now, okay Choppa wit' a knife, get slayed Massacre, mascaraed Rockstar motherfucker Make the crowd go up, in a rage I'm on so many drugs, this mornin' I forgot to paint my face WYGD, when you play, you gon' die, hold on I got them slimes and you know that they gon' ride 'Fore a nigga was a millionaire, I was in that car, hold on Caught 'em on that porch, and I hit 'em wit' that fire Ooh (It's Lil Top, It's Lil Top) Bullets do a flip, youngin' tryna blues him Ooh (It's Lil Top, It's Lil Top) Hold on, kill that bitch and tell his mama, haha (Who they can't stop, Who they can't stop) Bet you miss him

Say, 10 Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah) Horrid, run it up (Lil' Top) Fuck playin' up, ayy, let's go (nigga, yeah) "YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them" Tell them niggas, "Fuck 'em," and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them) How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah) Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow And my brother let that stick blow (stick blow) Nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke) He called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho) Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul Post about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah) And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known) My daddy tell me, "Leave it 'lone," but I'm like, "Man, fuck them niggas" Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch) Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it) They know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah) Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah) Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby) Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich) Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo Know I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know) Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr) Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, "Cross the line" (come cross the line) Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, "Free Baba, that's my evil twin" (my twin) Youngin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in) He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in) I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow) He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow) He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah) Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', "Blatt" (blatt) I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that) Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked) Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at) I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you) Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch) Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah) And that lil' bitch, she say, "4L, " huh? I say, "Heads or tails, slime" Tell 'em, "Kill YoungBoy, " all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah) Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah) Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah) Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime) Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine) Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha) You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you) They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom) Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you) Tell Apple I said, "Fuck 'em," they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you) They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you) YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you) You fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go) When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope) Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them) Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, "No" (No! No!) Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow) Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah) I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, "Fuck them" (I don't need them, fuck) You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah) YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em) I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (crip) I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him) I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha) Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg (Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him) We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it? You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today? Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me? Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me? We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them Tell them niggas, "Fuck 'em," man, they know that I ain't scared of them How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)

Back home this time Cache for me Back home I feel like I want my own My time Back home they don't no need me Back home the want me to Believe in things, I told them no I told them no! Back home this time Cache for me Back home I feel like I want my own My time Back home they don't no need me Back home the want me to Believe in things, I told them no I told them no! (Jump)

Yeah, yeah, huh? Yeah Choppa on me, fuck a Smith & Wesson Keep my weapon (yeah), heavy weapon (yeah, yeah, yeah) Choppa on me, fuck a Smith & Wesson (huh?) Keep my weapon, heavy weapon Book a flight to Dubai on the weekend (huh?) Bitch I'm geekin', bitch I'm piped up Tote weapons (huh?), keep my weapon Pimp a broke bitch, made that bitch rich (rich) Mac-11 on me, yeah we tote them poles (huh?) Dirty Sprite, yeah I dropped a fuckin' bean (bean) Walked inside the crib, two bad bitches on my bed (huh?) Chain swangin' off my neck, bitch is breakin' neck (ugh) I just threw a Xan, asked your bitch she dropped the split Hop up in that foreign, hop up in that Lexus (skrt, skrt) Hop up in the foreign, hop up in Mercedes (skrt, skrt) Ten grand for a show, runnin' up that stack (racks) Yeah your bitch, yeah she want me for some cash (cash) She don't wanna leave me 'lone Choppa on me, fuck a Smith & Wesson Keep my weapon (yeah), heavy weapon (yeah, yeah, yeah) Choppa on me, fuck a Smith & Wesson (huh?) Keep my weapon, heavy weapon Book a flight to Dubai on the weekend (huh?) Bitch I'm geekin, bitch I'm piped up Tote weapons (huh?), keep my weapon Fiji water, diamonds all up in my chains Fiji water, diamonds all up in my rings (rings) Diamonds shine like blang, we just hit a stain (huh?) Riding in the Range, Range Rover, now she quick to bendin' over Hoe don't walk up in my face if I can't talk to you Hoe don't walk up in my face if I can't take you home Hoe don't walk up in my face if I can't bend you over Now we spending cash, on some fuckin' jeans Saint Laurent jeans Choppa on me, fuck a Smith & Wesson Keep my weapon (yeah), heavy weapon (yeah, yeah, yeah) Choppa on me, fuck a Smith & Wesson (huh?) Keep my weapon, heavy weapon Book a flight to Dubai on the weekend (huh?) Bitch I'm geekin', bitch I'm piped up Tote weapons (huh?), keep my weapon