(Yung Qua)
I Got out of jail and said I wasn't going back But I jump off that porch
And bought a strap I look that n***a in the eye and stick em from the
Back Yeah I k** JD and he ain't coming back I make that Lil b**h stand
His ground and if he get back up I swear the god I'm lay him back down
This n***a got me thinkiNg about when I did time and my uncle selling
Dimes man this b**h wasting my time I put this sh** on my momma I ain't
Lying I swear the god I get tired of trying and this n***a trynna rhyme
I remember I did 6 months of my time For sticking a Lil n***a with
My 40cal its hard when hustling gets around And His Mama So Fine
That I told That b**h the hit my line and I'm taking back what's mines
If he pullin that vine he might as well pull that f**ing trigger this
n***a hating on me I swear I never feared any n***a boy
Expectly Not A b**h a** boy Hope he in joyed his life why he had a change
Cause this might be his only last chance n***a try die his hair with his old razx lip looking a** boy