[Verse 1: Young Cellski]
Now here I come, here I come
I got these niggas running from this young ass nigga
Dancing over straight gunnin'
I'm rolling gold thangs, 67' Skylark
I got to stay strapped when I'm rolling after dark
Cause niggas jackin' when a niggas rollin' gold rims
I roll a bucket when it's time for me to get some trim
I don't wanna get caught slippin' on a fluke
Tryna get some ass and some niggas straight jack you
And that's why a punk bitch ain't shit
Only fucking with a nigga that's checking the grip
Cause I know about these bitches biting off me gold thangs spinning tight
I take a bitch to the telly off some drank and dank, right
And then I'm up in that shit
After I get my nut off, then I leave that bitch
At thе telly, better tеll that nigga to come pick you up
Cause bitch, all I wanted to do
Was fuck and get up
[Verse 2: Lil Swoop]
It's the menace, the baby killing nigga for the fuck of it
(?)
I'm strolling through my set
Paper's short as my pockets kinda young, loc
So it's gon' be a hard struggle in '94
And taking no schemes from them dope fiends
Breaking crumbs, just to see them high beams
Hell no, that shit don't work when you stepping to the Swoop
That be that lunatic, kicking that shit with that ghetto mentality
(?) my mouth like tobacco
You little rascal, you been a pain in my asshole
5 foot 6 and ain't getting no bigger
I guess I gotta stop smoking dank and drinking liquor with my niggas
Who tell me I'm moving too damn fast
But being broke in this game have you on your ass
Cause when you (?) my age you wanna do everything
Think you're grown, don't ask moms nothing
Hitting late nights, thinking everything's so right
But when you get home, you might get ground for life
No outside, no talking on the phone
No balling with your homies after school, now that's wrong
But I got a cool mommy that don't even trip
But if she catch me doing that illegal shit, she might flip
And go hoe, tryna ban me from making dough
But it keeps calling, telling me (?)
[Verse 3: Young Cellski]
That's why I be gone off that dank and Hennesy
That's giving me the energy to pop at these enemies
These niggas keep on mugging me that's why I lose me (?)
That's only giving a nigga a reason to get the motherfucking Ruger and pop
Cause these bitch-made niggas keep on flexing with me
Cause he found out his bitch was sexing with me
Wanna mug me everytime I roll through
As I mug back, sipping on a cold brew
Because these niggas act like bitches when it comes to hoes
Sucking up to these punk bitches while you diss your bros
I'm not a hoe but fuck a homie is what I was told
And never give game, game is supposed to be sold
But I peep game from these OGs
A young hard-head nigga living life by the streets
So fuck that captain save-a-hoe shit
Cause if the next nigga fucking up, then you supposed to check your bitch
You player haters is the niggas making us look bad
But I don't get mad, still dressed bummy and sad
Cause that's my lifestyle, never change for a hoe
Cause I'mma still hang, smoke dank and down the 4-0
With my niggas on the Dolph and the L-side
(?)
And mob shit, rolling around racing buckets
Hitting donuts, if I rap I'm like fuck it
Cause shit comes and goes in this game I'm playing
And where I come from, there can be no captain saving
Save a homie from a hoe mane
Cause I just want my young niggas out there
To peep game
[Outro: Young Cellski]
Yeah, from two young soldiers mane
Coming straight from the funky, funky town of Frisco
Staying away from all you player-haters and these bustas out there
Yall know yall can't fade this
You know what I'm saying?
As for Lil Swoop and Young Cel
You know them niggas is straight from the turf mane
Where niggas don't give a fuck
Straight peeping game, never gon' be lame
Ain't go have no shame on no hoes mane because you know how we do this
