[Intro]
This for all them 38 babies out the North you hear me?
Look, gang
[Hook/Chorus]
This that red rum s–t, f–k how you come s–t
Better keep your gun b—h, f–k where you from b—h
Play and you get stunk b—h, we on that dumb s–t
And f–k Donald Trump b—h, that NBA s–t
Hoes I don’t play with, I hate all that fake s–t
Stunting on my ex b—h, I know she can’t stand it
Burner on my waist b—h, I be on that bang s–t
F–k up out my face b—h, I be on that gang s–t
Get shot in your face b—h, reaching for my chain b—h
Made it out them chains b—h, I’ll never change b—h
Still keep that thing b—h, catch me tryna drill some s–t
Still with my same clique, and no you can’t hang b—h
[Verse 1]
I go by YoungBoy, what it is?
Pull up, me and twin, and you know we full of pills
Pa** that a-s ho, mane get the f–k up out my grill
F–k your old mane, he gon’ get hit with the steel
These n—-s some hoes, man they don’t want no smoke
38 baby, I ain’t slipping, b—h I keep a pole
Need a money machine, I don’t want to count no more
Five Fantas from the store, red drink I pour some more
F–k the laws, up in public, got that thang on me
If he play you better k** him, heard that from my mama
If a n—a touch me, it’s gon’ be a problem
Hit you with that llama, b—h you know I keep that chopper
[Hook/Chorus]
This that red rum s–t, f–k how you come s–t
Better keep your gun b—h, f–k where you from b—h
Play and you get stunk b—h, we on that dumb s–t
And f–k Donald Trump b—h, that NBA s–t
Hoes I don’t play with, I hate all that fake s–t
Stunting on my ex b—h, I know she can’t stand it
Burner on my waist b—h, I be on that bang s–t
F–k up out my face b—h, I be on that gang s–t
Get shot in your face b—h, reaching for my chain b—h
Made it out them chains b—h, I’ll never change b—h
Still keep that thing b—h, catch me tryna drill some s–t
Still with my same clique, and no you can’t hang b—h
[Verse 2]
This lil ho tryna finesse me, she think that I’m stupid
I told that ho stop all that flexing, what up with that coochie
He keep showing off that gun but he ain’t gon’ use it
You know all my n—-s ruthless, you know that we quick to shoot it
B—h hold up, you need to put some (?) on your toes
I’m tryna get my son some head while he one years old
B—h I’m out the North and half my n—-s throwing up them fours
Soldier really pimping, catch you cuffing, he gon’ take your ho
Shoot like Scottie Pippen from the three, gon’ hit you from the road
I just bought a chopper from 3-3 and on the back it fold
All my nigags trapping, what you need, they don’t never close
B—h I’m from the streets, I’m ’bout that drama, I’ll never fold
I just raised the murder rate up in my city b—h
F–k the race, I ain’t in no competition b—h
F–k the media, in real life we really zipping s–t
You know we don’t spare nobody, shoot you in your s–t
[Hook/Chorus]
This that red rum s–t, f–k how you come s–t
Better keep your gun b—h, f–k where you from b—h
Play and you get stunk b—h, we on that dumb s–t
And f–k Donald Trump b—h, that NBA s–t
Hoes I don’t play with, I hate all that fake s–t
Stunting on my ex b—h, I know she can’t stand it
Burner on my waist b—h, I be on that bang s–t
F–k up out my face b—h, I be on that gang s–t
Get shot in your face b—h, reaching for my chain b—h
Made it out them chains b—h, I’ll never change b—h
Still keep that thing b—h, catch me tryna drill some s–t
Still with my same clique, and no you can’t hang b—h