[Intro]
(I mean shit, we already know about you Hakim but we don't know about the rest of the YGB)
(Shit, introduce them if you don't mind)
(Huegh)
Shit I got you fam
(On god)
Aye
(On god)
Yhea
(On god)
Aye
[Verse 1]
I keep a rack like im in tennis (On god)
My niggas a mence, just lied to they dentist (On god)
They say im fast so im killing these tracks, yhea I murdered the beat nd' I ain't even finished (On god)
Imma young nigga, came straight out the East but I stay to myself
I ain't built like you bitches (On god)
I can't be stuntin' on bumby ass niggas (On god)
Cuz yall gon' be talkin' (On god)
And wantin' attention (On god)
My nigga smoke dope, that'll smoke no pole
And this choppa, AK make uh young nigga flow (Ok)
My name is hakim and I tote 44's
We are YGB and we come at ya door (On god)
Corry got sticks nd' Moo got big fat gas, where he at?
(On god)
He gon' shoot at yo back nd' people take flight onna nigga plus Melve keep rats nd stacks of [?]
My niggas stay to they selves, nd' you fuck with tray then we might as well send you to hell (I know)
Yhea he got saved by the bell, now he in the principal's office he better not tell (Better not snitch)
Freshman year, yhea had to move schools; so nigga got active and tote them tools (I did)
Eighteen years, started hoppin' in cars (I did)
Now I stay to myself because they never do
Droppin' around in the class, I know I won't pass but so what?
I got off my ass (Yah)
Niggas was talkin' bout shootin' up shit, I was savin' up money they livin' too fast (On god)
If I was a felon with sticks in the trunk and the cops get behind me im doin' the dash (I'll do it)
Niggas, were poppin' at shit, nd' now he seen me
He scrachin' his head juss' like he gotta rash (Wow)
Now that uh nigga hit ten K, niggas been fate
Im just waitin' on the hit day (Yes sir)
Ugh
I'll cut uh nigga like a sensei, don't get hurt; better listen to whutcho bitch say
Ugh
We can't be stuntin on her because all of my niggas at YGB been tryin' to get rich (On god)
We can't be countin' on nobody else, cuz we both got each other no stress for uh bitch
You gave that hoe uh ring until you bailed Valentine you simp (I did)
I use to be a simp, but I grew older (Yuh)
I turnt to a pimp (Yuh)
This man think he slick (Yuh)
He fuckin' bitches (Yuh) bigger (Yuh) then uh blimb (Yuh)
But I be fuckin' bitches (Yuh) that be badder (Yuh) then Kylie and Kim
My homies be dunkin', but yo homies only touch the rim
(On god)
My homies go strong when we get asked, but yo turn into whimps (On god)
Parked up in the seen nd' they left blood but all my niggas crip (I know)
Rappin' took me far, yhea don't play wit me; he not one of them (Ok)
Yo boyfriend like to snich alot (On god)
Really I then did alot (Ok)
Yhea we really call yo girlfriend "thoughtless whore" nd' she suck dick alot (On god)
Plus she really choose to let her go cuz she just pick alot (On god)
Yhea im gettin' money (On god)
I don't care if I was rich or not (On god)
Workin' all night, door dash out the hustle (Ok)
I was in my bag, now im comin' out the duffle (Oh god)
Uh nigga want to talk hit his mom with the boom boom bang
Yhea that hoe got it real like ruffle (I knew it)
Punchin' all day I then hurt my knuckles (On god)
Stay strapped up like uh seatbelt buckle (On god)
No damn way, I wanna fuck not cuddle (On god)
If we not shootin', im a fighter not uh lover?
[Interlude]
(Oh shit, thats the end of the beat?)
(Nah fuck that, run that shit back bruh; I got some mo' to say)
[Verse 2]
Tray got the way with the bitchs, but I ain't gon' speak on the shit cuz he fucked on yo hoe (Ok)
[?] be stayin' on murder gang (On god)
Shit if you try one of us we gon' kick in yo door (Ok)
Moo juss' gon fight with his stick, bet that he keep him a stick (On god) on his hip everywhere that he go (Ok)
[?] be beatin' the shit out of niggas, no stoppin' the fightin' till you hit the floo' (Ok)
Melve keep a stick nd' he drivin' the whip, case uh nigga caught slippin' nd' I know he on go (I know)
Malik in the house, but he keep him a knife; yhea he takin' yo life if you think he uh hoe (Ok)
Same niggas always be talkin' bout me be dressin' like bumbs and they gettin' no dough (Ok)
Now I gotta strap, don't think shit sweet, i'll shoot every nigga who be hatin' in the row (Ok)
[Outro]
(Yes indeed)
(Yes indeed, ok)
(Alright)
(I'm- Im fuckin' with the YGB crew bruh, I ain't even gon' cap)
(Ok)
