[Verse 1: Lil Dre6o]
They done brought the Young Crew back inside this bitch
My opps don't do nothin' but complain, I swear I'm gettin' so tired of it
Broke-ass nigga, we not the same, that money, I got a lot of it
Let me see an opp at the light, I swear I'ma hop right out this bitch
Air Force 1's, black Nike 'fit, that boy just tender, that's not his bitch
12 keep talkin' 'bout conspiracy, they think I dropped a hit
Man, these hoes know that smoke shit serious, I see my opp and hit
Try to pull up on her period, I slap the fuck out a bitch
Broke niggas make me sick, just look at my diamonds, they hittin'
You wasn't even an opp, you was just talkin', so now your ass on the list
I took his ho, now he mad and he pissed
Young crew alone, we ain't cliquin' with shit
Rappin'-ass nigga, still ain't get back for your partner, you go to the 'yo and you diss
[Verse 2: Lil Rae]
I might just pop out with 'bout fifty on me, can't forget my switch
Put the titties on the ARP, backseat ridin' with my bitch
Like DG said, them white folks trippin' out, they think we sendin' hits
You ain't never stepped on nothin', stop cappin' in your rap, boy, you ain't on shit
[Interlude: Lil Rae]
I be geeked up most of the time
I really be out my body, like
I be tryna figure out where the hell these niggas come from, why the hell all these niggas wanna be an opp
And I be tryna figure out why niggas think it's so cool to mention our name like they don't know that we did shit
I can't really say too much 'cause these folks be listenin' now
But y'all get the point, you get the picture, huh
They done brought the Young Crew back inside this bitch
My opps don't do nothin' but complain, I swear I'm gettin' so tired of it
Broke-ass nigga, we not the same, that money, I got a lot of it
Let me see an opp at the light, I swear I'ma hop right out this bitch
Air Force 1's, black Nike 'fit, that boy just tender, that's not his bitch
12 keep talkin' 'bout conspiracy, they think I dropped a hit
Man, these hoes know that smoke shit serious, I see my opp and hit
Try to pull up on her period, I slap the fuck out a bitch
Broke niggas make me sick, just look at my diamonds, they hittin'
You wasn't even an opp, you was just talkin', so now your ass on the list
I took his ho, now he mad and he pissed
Young crew alone, we ain't cliquin' with shit
Rappin'-ass nigga, still ain't get back for your partner, you go to the 'yo and you diss
[Verse 2: Lil Rae]
I might just pop out with 'bout fifty on me, can't forget my switch
Put the titties on the ARP, backseat ridin' with my bitch
Like DG said, them white folks trippin' out, they think we sendin' hits
You ain't never stepped on nothin', stop cappin' in your rap, boy, you ain't on shit
[Interlude: Lil Rae]
I be geeked up most of the time
I really be out my body, like
I be tryna figure out where the hell these niggas come from, why the hell all these niggas wanna be an opp
And I be tryna figure out why niggas think it's so cool to mention our name like they don't know that we did shit
I can't really say too much 'cause these folks be listenin' now
But y'all get the point, you get the picture, huh
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