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Young Boy Never Broke Again - Top Lyrics






Drug Addiction

Wanna take it all back to where it started
Life of the party
Right where my heart at
Soon as what I want come in, I say anything goes

On the road, cool, ridin' 'round with the top down
Nowhere to go to, decide that I'll just ride 'round
She a drug abuser from a broken heart, oh, oh
Got a bad addiction, I been druggin' hard all month long
I'm in that Wraith, I ain't got nothin' but some residue on me
I'm chasin' a check to the morning
I'm in the trenches with smokers and steppers and loners
Somethin' more than one Schedule II on me
Matter fact, just a convicted felon, I'm keepin' my weapon
I'm pourin' more blood on that money
Owe it all to the youngin who feel that he owe the ones
Put addiction 'fore hunger
I ain't got no peak, leave blood inside the streets
Used to wash my clothes inside the sink, now a young nigga walk on mink
Takin' care of my dawg, made myself a boss, they gon' take one off, he blink
'Fore a nigga had fame, I was sittin' in a cell, young nigga takin' off them links
She gon' play with her nose all night
Shoot three doses 'fore the night end
Lipstick bottle full of white, I know
Told her that I like it, I like it
These niggas, they talk too much, can't tell what I did, I did
I always been there for you, you don't even excite me

Tryna take it all back to where it started
Life of the party
Right where my heart at
Soon as what I want come in, I say anything goes

Puttin' you over them hoes, my money gon' grow
Tell 'em it's tax evasion
I ain't discussin' business, not over the phone
Meet up, I'm real impatient
Relocate, I'ma switch locations
Tell 'em I need me a spot where it's vacant
Rep where I'm from, I'm a 38 Baby
Never give up, try again like Plankton
Bitch nigga still hatin' and his ship start sinkin'
Titanic watch,gon' save my life, they can't keep that plank in, yeah
His money right, he gon' take your life, he armed and dangerous, yeah
Pain in his eyes, up all night, constant thinkin'

Tryna take it all back to where it started
Life of the party
Right where my heart at
Soon as what I want come in, I say anything goes
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Cross Roads

(Suede, this my shit)
All the way home (Trauma Tone)
All the way home

Crossroad, I know
Tonight somebody won't make it home
Out here on my own
Somebody tell me where I went wrong

I need ten of 'em
Too rich for that bullshit, all these niggas gonna make me tend to 'em
Nigga came up out the bullpen ridin' with a full clip, I say give it to 'em
I'm the one took that L
They who gained, they ain't win nothin'
Tryna get over his pain, leave a stain, okay

Caught a nigga lackin', got him 'round my way
I'ma move around, you just pull up and spray
Meet me in Valley Park, get the payment after dark
Homicide ridin' down 38
Brainstorm at night, don't see nothing
Look for you at night, guess that love shit, it don't mean nothing
These killers with me, they mean all harm, oh
Lost in the streets and that shit taking my soul
They'll step on me, shit, that's for all that I know
Back against the wall, I'll blow my pole
Trapped, I ain't get no code
I don't owe them shit, probably owe my bros
My love on full, I'm f*cking on her with no rubber
It's gutter, I struggled
I let her go shopping for me 'cause I know that it's all on the muscle
Teach you how to hustle
This Givenchy 'fit I got on that you bought me, these hoes love it
Brand-new whip, tell them people don't touch it
Fear of God on, they can't tell I'm clutching

I need ten of 'em
Too rich for that bullshit, all these niggas gonna make me tend to 'em
Nigga came up out the bullpen ridin' with a full clip, I say give it to 'em
I'm the one took that L
They who gained, they ain't win nothin'
Tryna get over his pain, leave a stain, okay

Maserati truck (Skrrt, skrrt), I'm gone
Murder, I'ma pray that I make it back home
Dump dead, Q feel everything gone
Dave dead, I just want everybody gone
Late-night blues at the cemetery
Go and catch a body, I'll see you in Heaven
Northside 38, 4Trey steppin'
Green leave you red, that's flag activity
Stay sticked up, that's real infinity
Big bro chemist in the kitchen
Young bad bitch, I ain't got no chemistry
Gravedigger chain, that's history
I know for a fact broke niggas not feelin' me
Nigga, just keep your distance
I can bet a hundred racks that they plan on killing me
F*ck that, better yet, bet a million

All the way home
All the way home
All the way home
All the way home

Crossroad, I know
Tonight somebody won't make it home
(I bet these bitch-ass niggas won't make it home)
Out here on my own (F*ck 'em)
Somebody tell me where I went wrong
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The Last Backyard

It's on fool

I ain't lettin' e'm talk how they wanna
Kill 'em, they try to play me
Hustlin', got plenty paper
Try to take it, I'm gonna knock some off
Smokin' on paper, keepin' my mind on murder
F*ck dissin', we tryna catch the bitch in person
That's true when it goes down
Ain't no pick and choose (Nah), we don't ever lose
We known to break the rules (Ah)
Put that stick on dude
Now them niggas screamin' "They gon' stretch me too"
Blow his mind soon as that bitch go boom
Like design, we don't leave no clues
You want my name, I want your head
So what the f*ck you wanna do?

Oh, oh, oh, I put 'em straight on the news
Them choppers screamin' like, ooh, ooh, ooh
I put 'em straight on the news

They gon' say they got the police tryna stop him
Can't murder us, might go Top him
Got the drop and them we popped him
Should beat him, that is not him
And my Rolls Royce drive with no tint
Got them sticks on us like tree limbs
Big shots, big knots, they know him
We be ridin' around on big rims
I been drillin' tryna zip him and all of his
Tryna hang around our bitch now, we gon' put them all to rest
The ones that follow chicks, I'm really ballin'
What I got bought all again

Oh, oh, oh, I put 'em straight on the news
Them choppers screamin' like, ooh, ooh, ooh
I put 'em straight on the news

Drivin' fast, can't get past, you crash nigga (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Cross the line, we gon' bust his ass
We gon' go on bad and we gon' smash nigga (Boom, boom, bah)
Ridin' around with these chains on, my pockets filled with that bag, nigga
F*ck all these hoes, then I send them home and I finish flexin' while you're mad, nigga (Mad, ha)
When I up the release, I ain't mad, nigga (I ain't mad)
No ball with the hoes at all, they tryna suck me down and they won't stop (Nah)
They mad I don't be tryin' and I'm hot (And I'm hot)
Bought a Bentley and I bought another car (Another car)
My uncle wonder how I done got all this money, what the f*ck?
Gotta watch on with my arms when they see me pullin' up (Yeah, yeah)
Got all these youngings want me armed, nigga, we don't give a f*ck
They go down, shoot it up
We bust and leave but niggas stuck 'round with the Glock

Oh, oh, oh, I put 'em straight on the news
Them choppers screamin' like, ooh, ooh, ooh
I put 'em straight on the news

New, I put 'em straight on the news
I put 'em straight on the news
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Right Foot Creep

(Who made this shit?)
(TayTayMadeTheBeat)

I said right foot creep, ooh, I'm walking with that heater
Look around, stay low, make sure they don't see you
Catch 'em bad, walk down, face 'em with that heater
The devil under your feet, you're on your way to see him (Let's go)
Stretch me one, I can't sleep, bang out when I see you
Play with me, you can't sleep, we gunnin' to decease you
You won't have no case, rearrange your shape soon as they face you
You won't have no space, we in your section 'til we spray you

Put your mask on, yeah, they comin' out
Soon as they close that door, we just gon' walk down
They say we dead wrong 'cause we knocked him off
But he who got caught lackin', tell that bitch that that's his fault
If we draw down, guns get let off
At all them clowns, including his spouse
Kept that blick inside my drawers
Every time I walked to Dalton
I worked for Tim and sold CD's
You throw a diss and you get tossed
Say you ain't catch that, cross my name up, ain't no talking (Yeah)
If they had a bang-out at the store, from my papa window, I could see it sparkin'
But I ain't seen that since Jordan Dixon made some niggas some targets
Big 40, got that shit on me in a stolo, nigga knowin' that it's retarded
I spit that shit that cause a massacre at the party, believe that

I said right foot creep, ooh, I'm walking with that heater
Look around, stay low, make sure they don't see you
Catch 'em bad, walk down, face 'em with that heater
The devil under your feet, you're on your way to see him
Stretch me one, I can't sleep, bang out when I see you
Play with me, you can't sleep, we gunnin' to decease you
You won't have no case, rearrange your shape soon as they face you
You won't have no space, we in your section 'til we spray you

When I jump out the back, I'ma hit it
I'ma aim with the strap at his fitted
Throwin' out the murder bags in my city
Play-by-play while I'm standin' on Billy
Dirty Drac', take the top off the Hemi
Fully equipped it when we go on a mission
Take his face, I ain't showin' no pity
Closed case, tell them all good riddance
Zombieland where the dogs can scent it
Sprinter van and we all be in it
Catch him first, get a raw percentage
If you want, I put a coffin in it
I could get you one from inside my home
I just want to check the bitch out for attendance
Tell them niggas I say f*ck 'em all
And I'ma kill all you bitches (That's on your mama, bitch)

I said right foot creep, ooh, I'm walking with that heater
Look around, stay low, make sure they don't see you
Catch 'em bad, walk down, face 'em with that heater
The devil under your feet, you're on your way to see him
Stretch me one, I can't sleep, bang out when I see you
Play with me, you can't sleep, we gunnin' to decease you
You won't have no case, rearrange your shape soon as they face you
You won't have no space, we in your section 'til we spray you

(Who made this shit?)
(TayTayMadeTheBeat)
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Dirty Stick

(17)
Lil' nigga and that bitch
Lil' nigga, what? Shit
You got me f*cked up, shit (AB)
We gon' shoot that bitch up (D-Roc)
Ayy, I swear to God, bitch
Ayy, I shoot this bitch on the other night, they gon' let a shot off behind me
Don't come back to the North

What the f*ck they talkin' 'bout? They gon' let Lil Top in
Know I had my Glock out as soon as I walked in
Want you for to mouth off, I'm gon' let it spark then
I pull up with the top down with a thirty stick
And some shit to distribute

White or blue, cotton too
Demon baby inside that coupe
Masked down, tryna step on you
I want it all, that penny too
Bitch, move, I'm put this stick on you
That bitch get extra extensions too
Lowdown and dirty only way to do
Homeless shelter, they be servin' food
Mama can't walk
Come up to this house, shit, they gon' serve her two
Catch him in that North, take his ass off
F*ck him, put him on the news
Diamonds in my mouth, screamin', pissed off
Bitch, I'm on them white and blues
Bootin' up, could barely chew
F*ck a nigga, shoot him in his ink
Molly came out pink
Blood in the streets 'til they gone, f*ck the stink
Extinct, insta-kill
Brains left in the street when a nigga f*ck with me
Had to leave somethin' up inside the North
Tryna rub off somethin' that thug with me
Bitch, you must think that I'm a whore or somethin'
Hell the next time that he gon' see me

What the f*ck they talkin' 'bout? They gon' let Lil Top in
Know I had my Glock out as soon as I walked in
Want you for to mouth off, I'm gon' let it spark then
I pull up with the top down with a thirty stick
And some shit to distribute

Get you a few, your mammy too
Cock it back and do that dude
No shell cases, he too improved
Made it out of middle school
By high, ain't have to point a tool
Niggas I been with 'fore introduced to you
Step on heroin and step on fools
Bitch, don't tell me what you gon' do
On that Eight, I'ma have 'em waitin' on ya
Get a bitch to build a case on him
Leave him stretched out on the state corner
To bury him, mom turned to a state loner (Broke bitch)
Now you know you did that bad
Tryna beef, ain't even got no money
Now your family assed out in the inn (With your stupid ass)
She see I got that shit up in me
Now she want me to beat her in
Beefin' with my bitch, so how I'm comin'
I want you and your friend
Draco with a seventy-round drum in
Come out there and party in
4KTrey, bitch, you know that we the dumbest
Think not? We gon' f*ck with somethin' then

What the f*ck they talkin' 'bout? They gon' let Lil Top in
Know I had my Glock out as soon as I walked in
Want you for to mouth off, I'm gon' let it spark then
I pull up with the top down with a thirty stick
And some shit to distribute

Yeah, I'm passin' out these hollows to you and you
In the cut, dawg, that K, boy, and that Schedule II
With a dropout with his mop out
Tryna murder somethin' all he wan' do, yeah, gang, uh
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My Window

(feat. Lil Wayne)

[NBA YoungBoy:]
(Got it on Smash)
I'm smokin' on the best right now
Believe that
I can vouch for that, I can bet money on that

That whip cost money, I ain't lyin'
My mama said I did it, I'm up, stop playin' with me, yeah
He get caught playin' games, recieve that fine, yeah
Shawty got a thing for them tunes, I been playin' her keys

In jail, but daddy be prayin' for me
Goin' hard like I done did thirty years
Trials in life went through, I beat
Made it out, still tryna get thirty kills
Alright, but life was hard
Grew up, got smart, but still gon' murder still
I be countin' money 'til they throw the appeal
I be where it's grimy, steady keepin' it real

Eyes out my window
Tryna make sure that these niggas don't get one in, though
I'm inside this bitch with extendos
No love, no loss, so
Can't depend on niggas
Wrist out left my hand cold
What you think I'm tryna win for?

And it's so much more
My mama, she know that I got it, I gotta achieve, yeah
I'm collectin' them dollars, invest in who slangin' them choppers
They a part of this lead, I'm sayin'
Them hundreds won't matter forever
They play, we gon' murder the man, all ten
Baton Rouge, New Orleans where a young nigga headed with birds in a van
I can give you a clue, what I cannot do is show you my hand
You gon' make me hurt you, no, I won't choose, stop playin'
Make me cool when I come through, you know you can (Rap shit)
I'm gon' get you so high, you cannot land

Eyes out my window
Tryna make sure that these niggas don't get one in, though
I'm inside this bitch with extendos
No love, no loss, so
Can't depend on niggas
Wrist out left my hand cold
What you think I'm tryna win for?

That whip cost money, I ain't lyin'
My mama said I did it, I'm up, stop playin' with me, yeah
He get caught playin' games, recieve that fine, yeah
Shawty got a thing for them tunes, I been playin' her keys

[Lil Wayne:]
Who's that peekin' in my motherf*ckin' window?
Well, let them know that they on the f*ckin' outside lookin' in, though
Out that N-O, and I don't look out my window
'Cause all I see is the shitshow
I f*ck all of my ho friends, but I don't f*ck on my friend's ho
'Less he toss that bitch, but f*ck that bitch, let's f*ck the world
That yopper shot a hundred times, felt like I did a hundred curls
Your Wonder Woman wonderin' why your wonderland ain't wonderworld
I jump inside her underworld, made her cum a hundred pearls
She pussy pop in the back to "Window Shoppin'"
Tinted windows, let the windows hide me
Crack the window, barrel stickin' out, it's stick 'em up
Lit 'em up, roll windows up, the window wipers off
I work the TEC like Window Microsoft, my windows on defrost

[NBA YoungBoy:]
Eyes out my window
Tryna make sure that these niggas don't get one in, though
I'm inside this bitch with extendos
No love, no loss, so
Can't depend on niggas
Wrist out left my hand cold
What you think I'm tryna win for?

That whip cost money, I ain't lyin'
My mama said I did it, I'm up, stop playin' with me, yeah
He get caught playin' games, receive that fine, yeah
Shawty got a thing for them tunes, I been playin' her keys

[Lil Wayne:]
Who's that peekin' in my window? Bah
Nobody know, nobody know
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Im Up

My cup the devil, brand-new bezel (Wheezy outta here)
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All-out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure

I ain't take nothin' off, 'fore I take somethin' back, I'ma put one in
When that drank came in, my cup turned darker then my lens
Who gon' protect me? I'm the protector of all my friends
How the f*ck you with me? You playin' detective, you ain't my twin
I'ma flood you a bag soon as that pack get dropped right in
Wanna take that Bentley back because that GT ain't the same

We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood

And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Leave homicide to find them
Still ain't got my mind made up
Mask up before we blind him
Keep actin' like he five and I'm gon' dime him
Ten after ten, must I remind him?
Who gon' supply me? I'm the supplier of all my friends
With you to the end, who gon' have my back when I'm locked in the pen'?
He was on that cocky shit, I already had one cocked in
Devil inside my cup, I let that drink become my friend

My cup the devil, brand-new bezel
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All-out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure

We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood

And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Mask up before we blind him
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Off Season

My cup the devil, brand-new bezel (Wheezy outta here)
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All-out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure

I ain't take nothin' off, 'fore I take somethin' back, I'ma put one in
When that drank came in, my cup turned darker then my lens
Who gon' protect me? I'm the protector of all my friends
How the f*ck you with me? You playin' detective, you ain't my twin
I'ma flood you a bag soon as that pack get dropped right in
Wanna take that Bentley back because that GT ain't the same

We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood

And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Leave homicide to find them
Still ain't got my mind made up
Mask up before we blind him
Keep actin' like he five and I'm gon' dime him
Ten after ten, must I remind him?
Who gon' supply me? I'm the supplier of all my friends
With you to the end, who gon' have my back when I'm locked in the pen'?
He was on that cocky shit, I already had one cocked in
Devil inside my cup, I let that drink become my friend

My cup the devil, brand-new bezel
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All-out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure

We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood

And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Mask up before we blind him
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All In

12Hunna on the beat
Goddamn, BJ made another one

If I say how I feel, would you really listen?
If you was all mine, I'd be all in

Came up outta that dirt pile, now I'm ballin'
And I don't need no church when I'm Heaven-sent
Hope God put loyalty in all my friends
'Cause Lord knows I got they back to the end
Right now I'm recordin' with the mic' sittin' in my hand
I wish Three was on my left, where my styrofoam is
Got up out of Cypress, went to the Woodlands, got a safe room in my crib
Ain't no tellin' when I'ma have to use it, we all know how I live
Keepin' my gun everywhere I go, we all know I'm still here
Question my girl, but love her strong, we all know how that is
Payin' for my daddy to come home, pray he get a appeal
Hope he come take me away, keep me from off of these pills
And come get me from off of this drank before my kidneys, they fail
Tell my son he make me calm, I don't know what I'm doin'
Tell my girl these hoes can't make me cum, I only want her to do it
Ten lines straight, goin' on ten days, my body ain't got no fluid
Please, oh, please don't die tryin', on the real
All alone, stalks and the shottas are unjudgemental
It ain't too far, right by the A.M. Mart where they left my nigga
Won't be that long, yeah, it'll be a while
'Til my love life right again, killas on side again
Butterflies, paradise, them bullets left out the wind

If I say how I feel, would you really listen?
If you was all mine, I'd be all in

If I took the clean route, bank accounts got cleaned out
We'll still be at war, ridin' with the mops, tryna wipe the block down
.50 rounds on the bottom of that Glock, standin' in front mom's house
Steady screamin', "Gang life," know my time comin' 'round

If I say how I feel, would you really listen?
If you was all mine, I'd be all in
If I say how I feel, would you really listen?
If you was all mine, I'd be all in

12Hunna on the beat
Goddamn, BJ made another one
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Dead Trollz

That lil'-ass bag, and that pussy-ass boy won't say it, ayy
Man, you, don't come fishin' around this way, nigga (Free DDawg, free BaBa)
(PlayBoy on this bitch)

Tell the motherf*ckin' police pick me up
I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something
Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come
Haha, bitch, I want you act like you wan' do somethin'
I see murder in my eyes
Pussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'
Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line
Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin'

In my manager call, boom, mouth full of pills, nigga
Tell that boy I'ma see him, nigga
Tell him I say don't come fish around this lake, bitch, and that's real, nigga
Seven murders in my hometown, tell them bitches I did that
Soon as the other boy touch down, I'ma be pushin' his wig bag
Dog-ass ho chasin' after dough, f*ck around with these opp niggas
See they cookin' up, I ain't gon' stand down, tell that bitch that I'm tryna bang with 'em
Real dead man out in Valley Park, call them range killers
Mask down on Sunset with them dirty sticks, leave a stain with 'em
Mask on, slang that heater
Man down, call the people
Got 'em tryna troll
Pussy nigga drove that he can't get no feature
I got meds in my kidney, sippin' mud out the liter
Want my own cemetery, get 'em buried, call the preacher
Don't like me, then f*ck 'em, I won't go that way with gang, nigga
Log offline, get active, f*ck your caption, what you sayin', nigga?
Pussy-ass niggas ain't trappers, they ain't factors, they can't hang with us
As soon as your ass get captured, I just hope you got your mans with you
That's two for one
Pick 'em out, just choose you somethin'
Dead rapper
I bet Trump and Obama know just how I come
Bet the mayor of LA know from his city, bitch, I done put shit under
Known disses and a nigga know I'm still sellin' bar like I ain't got no money

Ayy, tell the motherf*ckin' police pick me up
I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something
Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come
Haha, bitch, I want you act like you wan' do somethin'
I see murder in my eyes
Pussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'
Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line
Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin', yeah

I say all these hoes ain't nothin', they just wanna hate on somethin'
I been steppin' on shit, like hit after hit, no church ain't safe on Sunday
Born in this assassin shit, my mama told me burn that money
I ain't got no love for shit, the North, you know I'm leavin' somethin'
Take your shit, I'm keepin' that, niggas know I'm SooWoo
Invest inside that youngin who movin' R's so I've been sellin' blues
That nigga dead, tell me did he move?
All that he said was, "Watch the news"
Talkin' turnin' out, he done turned to two
It was two victims ain't make it through
California with hella pounds
Travel 'round with hella troops
I got pictures of you, lil' pussy bitch
Plan on stainin' somethin' in Atlanta too
Wan' get up with me, but I don't f*ck with you
All in Pampers, son set trippin' too
Bounty hunter, bitch, tryna eat the crew
Got my son screamin' out, "Do me too"
Devil baby, satan seed, nigga, trendset
Contagious whack
Them hollows came from me, hope you ain't catch that
Correct that
Come correct, bitch, why you said that?
I already done addressed that
He had a show, tell me where the next at
I got a gift for you, Lil Top calls (Baow-baow-baow), them niggas hoes
Since I got them Florida bricks, my Florida bitch don't want me no more
We done did a run, the second option gon' be a solo
My godmama want me to visit her, but it's too much smoke

Tell the motherf*ckin' police pick me up
I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something
Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come
Haha, bitch, I want you act like you wan' do somethin'
I see murder in my eyes
Pussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'
Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line
Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin'

I'm like eeny-meeny-miny-mo, put my opps up in a row
Leave one dead, I leave one dead
D-Rose, he way from the Bulls home
Too much money on me, bro, hold my chrome
Nigga try to go, then you do his ass
If you know me, you know I'm never home alone
Got XDs by the TV stand
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F*ck Ya!

My cup the devil, brand-new bezel (Wheezy outta here)
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All-out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure

I ain't take nothin' off, 'fore I take somethin' back, I'ma put one in
When that drank came in, my cup turned darker then my lens
Who gon' protect me? I'm the protector of all my friends
How the f*ck you with me? You playin' detective, you ain't my twin
I'ma flood you a bag soon as that pack get dropped right in
Wanna take that Bentley back because that GT ain't the same

We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood

And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Leave homicide to find them
Still ain't got my mind made up
Mask up before we blind him
Keep actin' like he five and I'm gon' dime him
Ten after ten, must I remind him?
Who gon' supply me? I'm the supplier of all my friends
With you to the end, who gon' have my back when I'm locked in the pen'?
He was on that cocky shit, I already had one cocked in
Devil inside my cup, I let that drink become my friend

My cup the devil, brand-new bezel
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All-out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure

We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood

And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Mask up before we blind him
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Big Bankroll

My cup the devil, brand-new bezel (Wheezy outta here)
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All-out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure

I ain't take nothin' off, 'fore I take somethin' back, I'ma put one in
When that drank came in, my cup turned darker then my lens
Who gon' protect me? I'm the protector of all my friends
How the f*ck you with me? You playin' detective, you ain't my twin
I'ma flood you a bag soon as that pack get dropped right in
Wanna take that Bentley back because that GT ain't the same

We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood

And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Leave homicide to find them
Still ain't got my mind made up
Mask up before we blind him
Keep actin' like he five and I'm gon' dime him
Ten after ten, must I remind him?
Who gon' supply me? I'm the supplier of all my friends
With you to the end, who gon' have my back when I'm locked in the pen'?
He was on that cocky shit, I already had one cocked in
Devil inside my cup, I let that drink become my friend

My cup the devil, brand-new bezel
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All-out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure

We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood

And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Mask up before we blind him
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Boom

My cup the devil, brand-new bezel (Wheezy outta here)
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All-out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure

I ain't take nothin' off, 'fore I take somethin' back, I'ma put one in
When that drank came in, my cup turned darker then my lens
Who gon' protect me? I'm the protector of all my friends
How the f*ck you with me? You playin' detective, you ain't my twin
I'ma flood you a bag soon as that pack get dropped right in
Wanna take that Bentley back because that GT ain't the same

We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood

And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Leave homicide to find them
Still ain't got my mind made up
Mask up before we blind him
Keep actin' like he five and I'm gon' dime him
Ten after ten, must I remind him?
Who gon' supply me? I'm the supplier of all my friends
With you to the end, who gon' have my back when I'm locked in the pen'?
He was on that cocky shit, I already had one cocked in
Devil inside my cup, I let that drink become my friend

My cup the devil, brand-new bezel
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All-out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure

We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood

And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Mask up before we blind him
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Reapers Child

My cup the devil, brand-new bezel (Wheezy outta here)
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All-out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure

I ain't take nothin' off, 'fore I take somethin' back, I'ma put one in
When that drank came in, my cup turned darker then my lens
Who gon' protect me? I'm the protector of all my friends
How the f*ck you with me? You playin' detective, you ain't my twin
I'ma flood you a bag soon as that pack get dropped right in
Wanna take that Bentley back because that GT ain't the same

We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood

And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Leave homicide to find them
Still ain't got my mind made up
Mask up before we blind him
Keep actin' like he five and I'm gon' dime him
Ten after ten, must I remind him?
Who gon' supply me? I'm the supplier of all my friends
With you to the end, who gon' have my back when I'm locked in the pen'?
He was on that cocky shit, I already had one cocked in
Devil inside my cup, I let that drink become my friend

My cup the devil, brand-new bezel
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All-out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure

We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood

And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Mask up before we blind him
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Murder Business

My cup the devil, brand-new bezel (Wheezy outta here)
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All-out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure

I ain't take nothin' off, 'fore I take somethin' back, I'ma put one in
When that drank came in, my cup turned darker then my lens
Who gon' protect me? I'm the protector of all my friends
How the f*ck you with me? You playin' detective, you ain't my twin
I'ma flood you a bag soon as that pack get dropped right in
Wanna take that Bentley back because that GT ain't the same

We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood

And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Leave homicide to find them
Still ain't got my mind made up
Mask up before we blind him
Keep actin' like he five and I'm gon' dime him
Ten after ten, must I remind him?
Who gon' supply me? I'm the supplier of all my friends
With you to the end, who gon' have my back when I'm locked in the pen'?
He was on that cocky shit, I already had one cocked in
Devil inside my cup, I let that drink become my friend

My cup the devil, brand-new bezel
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All-out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure

We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood

And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Mask up before we blind him
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Sticks With Me

My cup the devil, brand-new bezel (Wheezy outta here)
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All-out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure

I ain't take nothin' off, 'fore I take somethin' back, I'ma put one in
When that drank came in, my cup turned darker then my lens
Who gon' protect me? I'm the protector of all my friends
How the f*ck you with me? You playin' detective, you ain't my twin
I'ma flood you a bag soon as that pack get dropped right in
Wanna take that Bentley back because that GT ain't the same

We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood

And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Leave homicide to find them
Still ain't got my mind made up
Mask up before we blind him
Keep actin' like he five and I'm gon' dime him
Ten after ten, must I remind him?
Who gon' supply me? I'm the supplier of all my friends
With you to the end, who gon' have my back when I'm locked in the pen'?
He was on that cocky shit, I already had one cocked in
Devil inside my cup, I let that drink become my friend

My cup the devil, brand-new bezel
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All-out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure

We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood

And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Mask up before we blind him
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House Arrest Tingz

My cup the devil, brand-new bezel (Wheezy outta here)
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All-out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure

I ain't take nothin' off, 'fore I take somethin' back, I'ma put one in
When that drank came in, my cup turned darker then my lens
Who gon' protect me? I'm the protector of all my friends
How the f*ck you with me? You playin' detective, you ain't my twin
I'ma flood you a bag soon as that pack get dropped right in
Wanna take that Bentley back because that GT ain't the same

We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood

And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Leave homicide to find them
Still ain't got my mind made up
Mask up before we blind him
Keep actin' like he five and I'm gon' dime him
Ten after ten, must I remind him?
Who gon' supply me? I'm the supplier of all my friends
With you to the end, who gon' have my back when I'm locked in the pen'?
He was on that cocky shit, I already had one cocked in
Devil inside my cup, I let that drink become my friend

My cup the devil, brand-new bezel
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All-out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure

We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood

And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Mask up before we blind him
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To My Lowest

My cup the devil, brand-new bezel (Wheezy outta here)
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All-out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure

I ain't take nothin' off, 'fore I take somethin' back, I'ma put one in
When that drank came in, my cup turned darker then my lens
Who gon' protect me? I'm the protector of all my friends
How the f*ck you with me? You playin' detective, you ain't my twin
I'ma flood you a bag soon as that pack get dropped right in
Wanna take that Bentley back because that GT ain't the same

We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood

And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Leave homicide to find them
Still ain't got my mind made up
Mask up before we blind him
Keep actin' like he five and I'm gon' dime him
Ten after ten, must I remind him?
Who gon' supply me? I'm the supplier of all my friends
With you to the end, who gon' have my back when I'm locked in the pen'?
He was on that cocky shit, I already had one cocked in
Devil inside my cup, I let that drink become my friend

My cup the devil, brand-new bezel
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All-out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure

We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood

And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Mask up before we blind him
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Peace Hardly

My cup the devil, brand-new bezel (Wheezy outta here)
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All-out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure

I ain't take nothin' off, 'fore I take somethin' back, I'ma put one in
When that drank came in, my cup turned darker then my lens
Who gon' protect me? I'm the protector of all my friends
How the f*ck you with me? You playin' detective, you ain't my twin
I'ma flood you a bag soon as that pack get dropped right in
Wanna take that Bentley back because that GT ain't the same

We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood

And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Leave homicide to find them
Still ain't got my mind made up
Mask up before we blind him
Keep actin' like he five and I'm gon' dime him
Ten after ten, must I remind him?
Who gon' supply me? I'm the supplier of all my friends
With you to the end, who gon' have my back when I'm locked in the pen'?
He was on that cocky shit, I already had one cocked in
Devil inside my cup, I let that drink become my friend

My cup the devil, brand-new bezel
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All-out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure

We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood

And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Mask up before we blind him
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Callin

My cup the devil, brand-new bezel (Wheezy outta here)
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All-out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure

I ain't take nothin' off, 'fore I take somethin' back, I'ma put one in
When that drank came in, my cup turned darker then my lens
Who gon' protect me? I'm the protector of all my friends
How the f*ck you with me? You playin' detective, you ain't my twin
I'ma flood you a bag soon as that pack get dropped right in
Wanna take that Bentley back because that GT ain't the same

We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood

And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Leave homicide to find them
Still ain't got my mind made up
Mask up before we blind him
Keep actin' like he five and I'm gon' dime him
Ten after ten, must I remind him?
Who gon' supply me? I'm the supplier of all my friends
With you to the end, who gon' have my back when I'm locked in the pen'?
He was on that cocky shit, I already had one cocked in
Devil inside my cup, I let that drink become my friend

My cup the devil, brand-new bezel
Plain jane, I feel special
F*ck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killers
All-out war with my hitters
I think somethin', we step on shit
It's all about what I figure

We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain
Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it
Ain't gotta picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me, it's on me
It could turn out bad or turn out good
But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood

And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them
Mask up before we blind him
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