[Verse 1: Lil Bibby]
Bust it wide open for a young nigga
Couple racks on me, that's just for the strippers
Herbo in the cut, trigger finger itchin'
Catch a opp slippin', he gonna handle business
And I dare 'em, try to step on my kicks
These the new J's, they ain't out yet
Acting like you got it but I doubt that
Wolfin on a gram, he ain't about that
And they know the young niggas keep a pole
I be flexing hard, took 20k then I spent that shit on clothes
Man that's just a few shows
I stay by my lonely, niggas is phoney
Went to the county, ain't that baloney
I got 3 chains and I keep 'em on me
Yeah, I be rolling this that new shit
Niggas send threats but they don’t do shit
I do threesomes with a few chicks
Think I'm lacking, don't be bruford
My name in niggas mouth just like toothpicks
Use your head and be smart or you might lose it
You a street fighter, how do you get
With all my young boys keep that tunechi
Keep it 100, clip's got 100
Got a smart mouth now try to run from it
Mally don't shoot him, that's my son sonny
Nigga want smoke, they some young dummy’s
Bitch we No Limit, the new Young Money
Talk that street shit because I come from it
Little bitch smoking like there's something funny
Bet your baby daddy ain't got no money
Bust it wide open for a young nigga
Couple racks on me, that's just for the strippers
Herbo in the cut, trigger finger itchin'
Catch a opp slippin', he gonna handle business
And I dare 'em, try to step on my kicks
These the new J's, they ain't out yet
Acting like you got it but I doubt that
Wolfin on a gram, he ain't about that
And they know the young niggas keep a pole
I be flexing hard, took 20k then I spent that shit on clothes
Man that's just a few shows
I stay by my lonely, niggas is phoney
Went to the county, ain't that baloney
I got 3 chains and I keep 'em on me
Yeah, I be rolling this that new shit
Niggas send threats but they don’t do shit
I do threesomes with a few chicks
Think I'm lacking, don't be bruford
My name in niggas mouth just like toothpicks
Use your head and be smart or you might lose it
You a street fighter, how do you get
With all my young boys keep that tunechi
Keep it 100, clip's got 100
Got a smart mouth now try to run from it
Mally don't shoot him, that's my son sonny
Nigga want smoke, they some young dummy’s
Bitch we No Limit, the new Young Money
Talk that street shit because I come from it
Little bitch smoking like there's something funny
Bet your baby daddy ain't got no money
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