Pissed Off Yung Booke (Ft. Box Head & Lil Baby)

[Intro: Yung Booke]
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Yung Booke]
Double G and CC on me, I let the cream go
Whole lotta hundreds on me, it got 'em pissed off
No, it ain't no stunting on me, bitch, I'm a big dawg
If any nigga stepping to me, I get you picked off
Yeah, riding 'round the city with it on me
I can't fuck with these niggas, they phony
Niggas saying that, they really gotta show me
Eight hundred shots off top for my brodie
Double G and CC on me, I let the cream go
Whole lotta hundreds on me, it got 'em pissed off
No, it ain't no stunting on me, bitch, I'm a big dawg
If any nigga stepping to me, I get you picked off
Yeah, riding 'round the city with it on me
I can't fuck with these niggas, they phony
Niggas saying that, they really gotta show me
Eight hundred shots off top for my brodie

[Verse 1: Yung Booke]
I'ma pop out (Hold on)
I'ma pop out on a real, real idiot
Cartier frames, these Chanel, we invented
I'ma give some cash, give a damn who get it
If the bitch 'bout the cash, I'ma know that
[?] she my old lie
Wristpiece, I'm making a wrong time
Keep up with you, get the wrong vibe
Frank Lucas, on the front row rocking a mink coat
Playing with some paper, they think you working at [?]
Sliding through your hood, they kill you [?]
Fucked up a load, [?] and cedar floor
[?] banjo
I'm an ape in the new Bape camo
Shit lit like the top of a candle
Extra ammo, feeling like Rambo
'Bout to look at my clothes, look like one of the models
Be going back and forth on the runway
Get out of line with the bros and pillow talking to hoes
The two things that's gon' lead you to some gunplay
I gotta win, I came too far to lose
Gon' need a mop for the spill, I'm dripping too hard, fuck you