Last 20 Minutes YoungBagChasers (Ft. Ybcdul)

[Intro]
(Hombre, made da beat damnit)
I made a song in 20 minutes, fuck is you talkin bout workin, I'm in my bag, nobody fuckin with me
(1Hundro did it again)
Nigga, it's Mr. Disrespectful
I'm smokin, I'm smokin Buddy out the mufuckin pound
Nigga, it's Mr Disrespectful
And ion give a fuck who you is, nigga, I will disrespect you
Nigga, it's Mr Disrespectful
Buddy and the Fro and the Rizzy and the Snipe

[Verse]
How the fuck I make a hundred grand off all eighths?
Nigga got three pounds talkin bout he movin weight
Baby Wick five feet, he bang like Muggsy Bogues
And I ain't never have a job, I always sold bowls
And I ain't have a bowl, but I was trappin out the bowl
And now I got the lo, I'm never runnin outta bowls
Give me a hunnid of them bitches, I guarantee thеy gettin sold
They gettin sold by tomorrow, my phonе goin
Zombs tapped the switch twice in one day, that shit was rollin
All this pain in my body, I just hold it in
I'm a shark in the water, you can see the fin
Nigga try box, ion fight, meet the F&N
I know I'm safe in the trenches, I got the guys with me
I know who gon be there, I know who down to ride with me
I know who slidin and I know who gon provide with me
Chillin down Da Bottom, I had Jae and Babykha with me
That's the old days, and now it's fucked up, but that's my old ways
We put your man all on these Glocks and they some throwaways
Curry had a golden gun, he ain't throw it away, he just kept slidin