Official Yatta (Ft. Lul G)

[Intro: Lul G]
You already know what time it is, man (Youngin on the beat)
Young nigga too official in this bitch
RIP all my too official niggas and free my too official niggas
Whole lot of gang shit in this bitch, nigga, you know how I'm coming

[Verse 1: Lul G]
Young nigga too official, I can't fuck with fake thugs
Ain't no peons in my circle, one dump, we all dump (Nerd)
If my shooter get to trippin', sendin' slugs, we all bust
Yeah, I get my own bag, still'll need a bitch funds (Bitch)
Had to cut some ties off, bitch, I don't know you
I can guide you to a bag if your nigga won't show you (He won't show you)
Runnin' niggas fades? LOL, hope it's on you (Nerd nigga)
'Cause this chop straight from Russia, I'll lay this bitch on you
Shake a nigga down with this Glock, hope his block with him
Ain't sparin' niggas' bitches, if she with him, she get popped with him (Pop a bitch)
Foreigns with the tint, oh, I'm duckin', it's them cops, nigga
Feds and the cops, get off dick, these all props, nigga
Bag alert, yeah, it's on me, I'ma blow it all (I'ma blow it all)
Show my ass up in person, I do more than talk (Bitch)
Sprinter full of Glocks with them 'stensions, we do more than brawl (We don't fight, nigga)
I won't funk over no bitch, so I ignore her calls (I'm ignoring calls)
I ain't even in my motherfuckin' prime yet (In my prime yet)
You lost your bitch, she on my dick, nigga, find that (Pussy, find that)
Backshots back to back, got her whining, "Dad"
She told you she don't suck dick with her lying ass
Good dick she don't get, you'd rather buy her bags (Rather buy her bags)
I'd rather spend it on myself, run through it kind of fast
But it ain't shit to make my motherfuckin' bag, bitch
Send the P's or drop a tape, now I'm back, bitch
Niggas slippin' up in public, fuck it, pull a skit
I like fuckin' suckers' bitches, keep you niggas sick (Keep you niggas sick)
Young nigga got a fetish just for sparking shit
And ever since Tu been gone, I'ma keep him lit