Lyrics:
ain't scared to do it
Hello
Yo
Yeah
Hey, I ain't gonna lie, boy, I just got that low
I'm about to send it over
Bad, nigga, I'm finna push up right now
blind me addicted to
A life of crime
My time as shorty was full of car chases
While runnin' with John
Gotti's and Scarface's
Niggas knew, I'd be the Don
I move smoke off word of mouth still stop by nana house
Put in work in sandy town gave niggas hand me downs
Lock and load she ready now I gave a fair
I talk my shit
Bet you can't walk like this
Getting green like Popeye, shit
Lemme just pop my shit
Ay, pop my shit
Young nigga, pop yo' shit
Young
And us getting mad, throwing rocks off the roof
Straight thuggin' man, I thought we would never progress
But look at us now man, we're young execs
My
I call yo phone
Like where you at lil bitch
You Know you trippin
Free my niggas
Free my niggas ya its free my Niggas
Locked in that cell
They locked
Now the young nigga head smokin'
Nigga stop that pump fakin' who the fuck is you Tom Brady?
My young niggas dumb crazy, might snatch your old lady
of famer drug dealer
Yo Gotti he be runnin' 'round with real killers
Hush gang, he ain't frontin' no fuck niggas
Big stepper, we'll stomp one of you little
the same bitch ass nigga
At the MTV Awards with
The kid, um, Wiz, from "Oochie
Wally" and, um, my man, e e’s a
Young nigga he’s coming up he’s a
Real nigga
Stack it up
I tell that little hoe back it up
I get the money then stack it up
Feel like Yo Gotti I rack it up
Hoes change like the season
Niggas
on 'em
On a runway swappin' planes on 'em
Gotti still trappin', Gotti still thuggin'
I went platinum, ain't changed nothin'
Street deserve to know
They just wanna talk bout they feelings
A nigga like me ain't even got time to listen
It's time for yo conversation
A young nigga want conversation
When
The chief he bouta bust a nut
She don't give fuck
She bool with gang
She throw it up
HBO yo hoe
She tryna make
A movie
Her nigga talkin crazy
We got
grave
Continuously whippin' niggas like a runaway slave
Must was meant for me to be thuggin', I stay in some beef
Baby and Slim keep tellin' me,
mama still bring yo clothes
Young niggas talm bout nigga old
Yo mama still clip yo toes
Talk My Shit
614, what's happening, guys
614, yo
And I breathe it
I only wanna do it for Columbus
I only make my music for Columbus
For the young niggas crippin'
[Intro:]
I thank these niggas scared me (its cool though)
nigga bump my shit see dont even holla.
I bump yo shit nigga Ima holla at you
(Butfuck that
the runners
Whole pandemic, all I seen was snow, it's like I missed a summer
Put it on my mama
Yo Gotti, he a hall of fame of drug dealers
Yo Gotti, he be
sure to see about 10 niggas in a bedroom
Eating off the same spoon
Sweeping with the same broom
It's hazard, it's you don't want yo life
Well give
a ratchet
Put a nigga in the casket, dead body with some maggots
Pistol on my side, p-p-pistol on my side
Young Nola bout to ride, let me do a drive-by
down for what?
Turn down for what?
Yeah, there you have it, nigga
Memphis Tenn (Turn down for what?)
Yo Gotti, Juicy J, Drumma Boy, DJ Drama (Turn down
the fuck you think I do it for?
Bitch don't act like you don't know, I'm killin' all these rap niggas
Custom made caskets for yo' motherfuckin' funeral
get wicked
Keep your fire on
I don't wanna die young
I don't wanna die young
Inside my city where it get wicked
Keep your fire on
If niggas die
bitch stock earings hit me for a block to the wrist watch
Got a couple niggas up in jail, they ain't gettin' out
Webbie young savage trill fam we ain't
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