[Intro]
Leor, light it up
Mommy, India got the beats
Come on, ha
Now check this (Check this)
We ain't with none of that water whip ass shit (None of that shit you niggas on)
I'ma preach it to you like this, I'ma give it to you raw
You heard me? However I bring it, that's how I'ma bring it, just catch it
It's some real gangster shit now
[Verse 1]
I quit that sad shit, I ain't trippin', they don't fuck with me then fuck 'em
You don't want YoungBoy, baby? Come on, know you love me, yeah
Real poverty in my hood and that street shit I love, nigga
See me soldiered down and I'm good, I wish you motherfuckin' would
I wish you motherfuckers do it, yeah
Choppa came, all wood
Okay, come play broad day, I up that spray, they gon' tell you 'bout how I do it (Grr, grr)
Nawfside 38, I bang that 4KTrey, it ain't safe inside Baton Rogue
Nah, they ain't wanna see me on
They ain't wanna see me sell out my tour
They ain't glad that I came home (Ha)
They ain't wanna look out for my children (Ha)
Now the fact I'm back, I been gettin' stacks, don't fuck with 'em, tell 'em let's do it (Yeah)
Turn boys to men, I'ma get it in
Grindin' to the ten, I been going through it
Sticks in your hand, shoot on demand
I'll zip your man, find you a new one
Leor, light it up
Mommy, India got the beats
Come on, ha
Now check this (Check this)
We ain't with none of that water whip ass shit (None of that shit you niggas on)
I'ma preach it to you like this, I'ma give it to you raw
You heard me? However I bring it, that's how I'ma bring it, just catch it
It's some real gangster shit now
[Verse 1]
I quit that sad shit, I ain't trippin', they don't fuck with me then fuck 'em
You don't want YoungBoy, baby? Come on, know you love me, yeah
Real poverty in my hood and that street shit I love, nigga
See me soldiered down and I'm good, I wish you motherfuckin' would
I wish you motherfuckers do it, yeah
Choppa came, all wood
Okay, come play broad day, I up that spray, they gon' tell you 'bout how I do it (Grr, grr)
Nawfside 38, I bang that 4KTrey, it ain't safe inside Baton Rogue
Nah, they ain't wanna see me on
They ain't wanna see me sell out my tour
They ain't glad that I came home (Ha)
They ain't wanna look out for my children (Ha)
Now the fact I'm back, I been gettin' stacks, don't fuck with 'em, tell 'em let's do it (Yeah)
Turn boys to men, I'ma get it in
Grindin' to the ten, I been going through it
Sticks in your hand, shoot on demand
I'll zip your man, find you a new one
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