I live life in them shadows
I’m equipped with ammo
And we shoot like Rambo
My n***as draped in camo
We poppin’ out the jungle
My n***as starving, they hungry
Told me and my n***as had to take it
Now me and my n***as we greedy
Yeah, put a lil paint on her face
Designer drip, I’m draped
Designer drip, I’m draped
Play with the gang, we say grace
Young n***a, we eatin’
Y’all n***as look vegan
Y’all n***as can’t live my lifestyle
I ain’t seen y’all in a while
Young n***a been ducked
Been thinkin’ ’bout a truck
Young n***a gettin’ loads
Y’all n***as gettin’ old
Money green like mold
In the green like moss
Catchin’ plays, Randy Moss
Ooh, catch a lil play and skrrt off
Skrrt-in’ off with your bae
I’m doin’ the dash all the way
Back, on the way back to the trap
b**hes they know where I’m at
Every day I catch a pack
Catch a pack, I bring it in
It’s a ten, no it ain’t
It’s a twelve, no it ain’t
Fifteen, they’ll thank me
Got a b***h who from the ‘Nolia, I call her lil saint
And I’m drinkin’ on a whole motherf**in’ pint
Y’all lil n***as regular than me and I’m the Legend
But I’m ballin’ like a n***a that never had s**t
Came in that b***h, ’05 Michael Vick
Y’all n***as drinkin’ fake drank, make me sick
Beatin’ out the block, then beat out your b***h
Young n***a put a brick on my wrist
Young n***a run up them bands
Pull out the stick on your mans
Made that n***a do the dance
Send you a brick in the can
Ooh, stupid bad b***h, say she Persian
And that chopper cut just like a surgeon
Mix the swag with the gas, go to the mall and splurgin’
They like f**k that dirty ba*tard, that boy don’t deserve it
That’s why they hate YL
Your b***h choosin’, I can tell
Thought I was gon’ buy her Chanel
f**ed the b***h and I peeled
Y’all n***as get dipped
‘Cause b***h I’m equipped like Rambo
My young n***a equipped with ammo
We poppin’ out, n***a in camo
Damn, Double-S be the brew
F**k the local, put you on CNN news
I beat that pack, that motherf**er bruised
Damn, pockets on f**in’ Bruce Bruce
Damn they want to steal me for my paper
They want to see me like Big was in them papers
I feel like Diddy, see what that dirty money make ya
I got them b**hes doin’ jumping jacks naked
Damn, young NGee
Yeah I’m ridin’ with that D-R-A-C
Yeah, and I’m goin’ stupid
Young NGee, got plenty P’s
Y’all n***a p***y, y’all n***a regular
B***h I’m big bag, I been havin’ bags
I been havin’ cash, y’all lil n***as sad
Do the f**in’ dash, skrrt
Do the dash b***h, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt skrrt
Bag, b***h