[Intro: Young Thug & Problem Child]
(Which X-9[?])
This ho sorry on my phone, slime (Gang shit)
(What? I didn't hear you) I wasn't talkin' to you
You know what I'm sayin', fool (Fuckin' Problem Child)
Homicide, yeah (Lil bitty bitch, shit)
Hol'up, hol'up, slime, nigga (Gang shit, hey)
[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
Playin' with us, playin' with it
Nigga get, nigga get hit
Catch your bitch, turn her to a, money gettin' bitch (That light-skin bitch with tattoos everywhere be textin' me, you know what I'm sayin'?)
Nigga we'll take yo' bitch from you (Splatt, splatt, woo)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Nigga, slatt-slatt
Play with them slimes or that Homixide Gang, nigga hittin' ya back
Speakin' of back, I'm ridin' 'round town with a new Maybach
'Bout to peter-roll for a nigga to get whacked
Homixide Gang, YSL slimes, nigga, slatt-slatt
Yeah, that AK, that AR, that FN, that pump make a nigga lean back
I just had a dream I was servin' them keys, but ain't goin' to that, ayy
That AP, the Rollie, the Patek, we layin' in your bushes with that, bitch
We pull on your street, bring them brand new rappers with them hitters in the back
[Verse 1: Problem Child]
Hit a man, man they know what to do
You play with me, nigga, we shoot up the coupe
The hard top, we gon' chop off the roof
On Slauson Ave, man, they killin' for Troup
Homicide man, I pull up with sticks
You play with me nigga and get found in a ditch
Chill slime, man that nigga ain't slick
I'm ridin' with ya 'til the wheels don't spin
Niggas be talkin' 'bout they ready for smoke
UPS sticks sent to the door
You can hide but I'll come for your folks
Play with me nigga, your ass gotta go
Saint Laurent, man, it's down to the feet
Play with me nigga, there wouldn't be beef
The type of beef where your momma can't sleep
Your stomach hurtin' and she barely can eat
Play with me nigga, your ass gotta go
Strippin' these niggas up out of they clothes
A shiesty nigga, man, I come for the dough
Serve you Friday, then I'm wipin' your nose
Homixide, nigga, they know that I'm slick
Play with me nigga, I stay with the stick
AP's what I call a Philippe
Call my phone, you ain't gettin' back shit
Them Percocets, they had me geekin', I'm so wild
I'm ready to stand up and throw water in the crowd
My diamonds singin', when you lookin' they so loud
I know my momma sittin' right there, and yeah, she proud
Nigga play 'round but don't play with me
I'm a young OG and I'm still in the streets
A hundred thousand on me, I'ma get to a freak
I fucked her out and I put her to sleep
Bust down, I done put in my work
Play with me nigga, you gotta get hurt
All black, momma sittin' in a church
Coffin closed, gon' put it in a hearse
(Which X-9[?])
This ho sorry on my phone, slime (Gang shit)
(What? I didn't hear you) I wasn't talkin' to you
You know what I'm sayin', fool (Fuckin' Problem Child)
Homicide, yeah (Lil bitty bitch, shit)
Hol'up, hol'up, slime, nigga (Gang shit, hey)
[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
Playin' with us, playin' with it
Nigga get, nigga get hit
Catch your bitch, turn her to a, money gettin' bitch (That light-skin bitch with tattoos everywhere be textin' me, you know what I'm sayin'?)
Nigga we'll take yo' bitch from you (Splatt, splatt, woo)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Nigga, slatt-slatt
Play with them slimes or that Homixide Gang, nigga hittin' ya back
Speakin' of back, I'm ridin' 'round town with a new Maybach
'Bout to peter-roll for a nigga to get whacked
Homixide Gang, YSL slimes, nigga, slatt-slatt
Yeah, that AK, that AR, that FN, that pump make a nigga lean back
I just had a dream I was servin' them keys, but ain't goin' to that, ayy
That AP, the Rollie, the Patek, we layin' in your bushes with that, bitch
We pull on your street, bring them brand new rappers with them hitters in the back
[Verse 1: Problem Child]
Hit a man, man they know what to do
You play with me, nigga, we shoot up the coupe
The hard top, we gon' chop off the roof
On Slauson Ave, man, they killin' for Troup
Homicide man, I pull up with sticks
You play with me nigga and get found in a ditch
Chill slime, man that nigga ain't slick
I'm ridin' with ya 'til the wheels don't spin
Niggas be talkin' 'bout they ready for smoke
UPS sticks sent to the door
You can hide but I'll come for your folks
Play with me nigga, your ass gotta go
Saint Laurent, man, it's down to the feet
Play with me nigga, there wouldn't be beef
The type of beef where your momma can't sleep
Your stomach hurtin' and she barely can eat
Play with me nigga, your ass gotta go
Strippin' these niggas up out of they clothes
A shiesty nigga, man, I come for the dough
Serve you Friday, then I'm wipin' your nose
Homixide, nigga, they know that I'm slick
Play with me nigga, I stay with the stick
AP's what I call a Philippe
Call my phone, you ain't gettin' back shit
Them Percocets, they had me geekin', I'm so wild
I'm ready to stand up and throw water in the crowd
My diamonds singin', when you lookin' they so loud
I know my momma sittin' right there, and yeah, she proud
Nigga play 'round but don't play with me
I'm a young OG and I'm still in the streets
A hundred thousand on me, I'ma get to a freak
I fucked her out and I put her to sleep
Bust down, I done put in my work
Play with me nigga, you gotta get hurt
All black, momma sittin' in a church
Coffin closed, gon' put it in a hearse
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