[Intro]
(Nito, what up, my nigga?)
[Verse 1: YBN Lil Bro]
All we do is ball out
Thought he could fuck with me, made him put that ball down
Hardbody, I can't love no bitch ain't got no soft spot
Everybody 'round me tell me I'm the hardest nigga out
I can't fuck with you, you get up in the booth and tell lies
Brand new Glock 27 for my biggest opp
I can't please hoes for shit, that's why I stopped tryin'
He put his hands up like Tyson, I don't even box
All this money on my head, I ain't scared to die
He paid for a fake hit, he keep gettin' slided
I ain't gon' lie, if I was dude, I'd throw in the towel
Rob me a nigga every time JJ cross my mind
Niggas ain't tryna bump for real, they just chasin' clout
A couple dollars'll make your bitch do a whole lot
Can't talk that gangster shit to me, you ain't got no bodies
I beat my case, fuck up out my face, I don't talk to cops
My first day out of jail, I'm like, "Where my Glock?"
You bought that bitch what the fuck? I bought that bitch a bottle
I took that bitch to Benihanas, you took her to your mama's (Yeah)
He make one wrong move, hit him with that chopper
[Verse 2: Ghetto Baby Boom]
You ain't ridin' for the gang, don't even come around us
Treat his ass like the producer, get the beat up out him
Hook got behind me, hard left, I damn near called my mama
You know we wipe niggas' nose for real, hit 'em with that chopper
Free my baby 8, I damn near say that shit like every song
Just 'cause I know bro-bro on the same type of time I'm on
You know we fuck all the bitches, you know we fuck all the hoes
Give a fuck if they be with the opps, tell 'em call my phone
Real pit, outside every day, be lookin' for a bone
(Nito, what up, my nigga?)
[Verse 1: YBN Lil Bro]
All we do is ball out
Thought he could fuck with me, made him put that ball down
Hardbody, I can't love no bitch ain't got no soft spot
Everybody 'round me tell me I'm the hardest nigga out
I can't fuck with you, you get up in the booth and tell lies
Brand new Glock 27 for my biggest opp
I can't please hoes for shit, that's why I stopped tryin'
He put his hands up like Tyson, I don't even box
All this money on my head, I ain't scared to die
He paid for a fake hit, he keep gettin' slided
I ain't gon' lie, if I was dude, I'd throw in the towel
Rob me a nigga every time JJ cross my mind
Niggas ain't tryna bump for real, they just chasin' clout
A couple dollars'll make your bitch do a whole lot
Can't talk that gangster shit to me, you ain't got no bodies
I beat my case, fuck up out my face, I don't talk to cops
My first day out of jail, I'm like, "Where my Glock?"
You bought that bitch what the fuck? I bought that bitch a bottle
I took that bitch to Benihanas, you took her to your mama's (Yeah)
He make one wrong move, hit him with that chopper
[Verse 2: Ghetto Baby Boom]
You ain't ridin' for the gang, don't even come around us
Treat his ass like the producer, get the beat up out him
Hook got behind me, hard left, I damn near called my mama
You know we wipe niggas' nose for real, hit 'em with that chopper
Free my baby 8, I damn near say that shit like every song
Just 'cause I know bro-bro on the same type of time I'm on
You know we fuck all the bitches, you know we fuck all the hoes
Give a fuck if they be with the opps, tell 'em call my phone
Real pit, outside every day, be lookin' for a bone
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