K4 Produced It
I´m scared of this shit Ralph
Huh, huh
Went and got his gun
Huh

Woah
Huh
Woah
Look
Huh

White tee, in some dope boys reeds, bitch I´m a gangster
Let´s go
Come from sticking shit, late night on a scene, but now I´m famous
Wake up for school, at the bus stop smoking weed, I´m smelling stanky
(Stanky)
Hit the block, take off the plate, and then spin back, let youngin spank ´em
That´s my life story
Ridin´ through the night, worried

They think this life glory (Glory, ooh)
Hittas banging out the window, swipe his life, that be the right swerve (Ahhh oh)
Spent 6 months in a group home (Oh)
Now my crib look like a hotel (Hotel)
I figure I can´t do wrong
But they figure that I´m go´n fail (Go´n fail)
“Too much money to be up under a hotel”
I´m like oh well
They go´n leave me that first moment I go to jail
They be leaching, they can´t get it, they might tell
This Cosa Nostra know straight how I live
But I fucked up, letting her in my home and this shit real (And this shit real my nigga died)

They ain´t never seen me
They would´ve went told paparazzi (Paparazzi)

They ain´t never ran across YoungBoy
They would´ve tried they luck and popped him
(Popped him)
We ain´t never ran across that boy
Would´ve whooped the bitch and stripped his pockets
(Pockets)
Make ´em stalk his mama house just for to stop him
Bitch that´s how I´m rocking
But you know that though (Oooohhhh)
All late night they spinnin´ for to send ´em
(Oooohhhh)
But you know that though
I´m popping (Oh) so these bitches in my business
(Oooohhhh)
But you know that though
I´m a fucking villain with them millions (Oooohhhhh)

But they know that though
Ain´t stopping and they know (Ooh) I´m thugging (Oooh) with it
(Oooohhhh)
But you know that though

And they know I´m coming with it, and dumping with it, tryna slump ´em with it, abort on mission, we go´n get ´em bitch (Believe that) believe that
Hold on, now shawty bounce that ass and throw it back
She see this cash, she acting bad
I´m loaded dirty with my clean (My clean ass) ass
No mercy and I mean that (I mean that)
Grind hard to get a bigger bag
Grind hard, I say I´m dealing sorry
Boo left the house, ain´t make it (Ain´t make it back) back

Stolen gats and stolo splats across the track
(Across the track)
1 fact, you slip, yo hat go´n get put on a flat
(A nigga got a)
Got a big sack, (They know that though) they know that though
Killer swag, killer flow (Oh, oh)
Miss my cousin Boo, I´m off the roof
Bitch I´m in Zilla mode (Zilla mode)
From wind burn, to cha-cha
Playing it´s go´n go down (Go´n go down)
My lil niggas bang that Trey Nawf 38 & hold they 4 down (And hold they 4 down)

They ain´t never seen me
They would´ve went told paparazzi (Paparazzi)
They ain´t never ran across YoungBoy
They would´ve tried they luck and popped him

(Popped him)
We ain´t never ran across that boy
Would´ve whooped the bitch and stripped his pockets
(Pockets)
Make ´em stalk his mama house just for to stop him
Bitch that´s how I´m rocking
But you know that though
All late night they spinnin´ for to send ´em
But you know that though
I´m popping so these bitches in my business
But you know that though
I´m a fucking villain with them millions
But they know that though
Ain´t stopping and they know I´m thugging with it
But you know that though