Young Wild Niggas

Hit-boy, hit-boy Bitch It's the Y.W.N Ggot feelings for me, that's your problem Type to fuck on your friend Told my brothers this forever and we stuck to the end Bitch, the chop so big, it look like I'm clutching a kid (ha) Watch me fuck her like I hate her, then I get ghost Skinny bitch, you ain't got the ass for me to grip on You had to give her drugs just to fuck, boy, you a sicko Bitch, I put that rifle in my jeans, that's why the rim strong Had to kick that cup, that shit was fucking up my liver When your diamonds dancing, roaches, they won't treat you like no nigga You don't want me dead, you're just a bitch behind the trigger Most them bitched might flood the city, she keep crying all these rivers Only reason you're alive, 'cause our tails always tucked Paid three bands for this fit, but I still smell like a skunk Can't trust no bitch, but these shells's what I trust So you can never name a time that I fell for a slut on the gang We some young, wild niggas I don't wanna hit your 'Wood it it ain't loud in it All this fucking water, I might fucking drown, nigga My Tec don't want no barrel, it won't make a sound, nigga .40 paint the face on you fucking clown niggas You really 'bout what you speakin' 'bout nigga Knock a nigga down just for speaking down, nigga Stomp a nigga out since you want some clout, nigga Strike a nigga out like I'm on a mountain, nigga Free my dawg, Meech, chop that fucking pound, nigga Big ass chop, when I'm ridin' 'round, nigga Big ass Glock when I'm ridin' 'round, nigga All this fuckin' guap's why she bust down, nigga Knock a nigga down, go and make me proud, nigga I'ma hit a lick, if I hit a drought, nigga And might just hit your bitch if you bring her 'round, nigga Ah, how many times I gotta say it, baby I be thugging 'till they take me, baby Fuck the fame, I just tell them pay me Sometimes this money drive a nigga crazy 'Cause I don't know who really for me, I don't know who real So I gotta keep this pole, you never know for real I already know I'm a shooter and I know some shooters If I don't do it, then they gon' do it, that's how you 'post to do it Five bands in four pockets in my muhfuckin' jeans I done prolly spend like fifty gettin' high and sipping lean Now all I drink is Rose All my bitches gon' pay All these bitches go too All these niggas hoes too I can never change, I just don't got it in me Had a two-three with four sticks when I was ridin', Henny He had it on him, could've shot but he don't got it in him And every time I'm in that foreign, got that glocky with me And you know it's winter top up in it Shoot it 'till we drop a nigga Told my bitch that she can't trust these bitches They be tryin' to top a nigga Had them golds up in my mouth, then I went and put some diamonds in it We some young wild niggas so you know we bought them lions with us We some young, wild niggas I don't wanna hit your 'Wood it it ain't loud in it All this fucking water, I might fucking drown, nigga My tech don't want no barrel, it won't make a sound, nigga