Us YTB Fatt & Big Homiie G

[Intro: YTB Fatt]
Niggas know my side got motion, nigga
Niggas don't want no head-on collision with this shit, nigga
Niggas know we dangerous, nigga
Nigga, I almost died about this shit a few times, nigga
You ain't on my side
(Drop that shit, T-Head)

[Chorus: YTB Fatt]
These niggas don't wanna run into us
Rose gold, got my pendant it's bust
Clarity diamonds, my teeth flushed
Treat her like Rosa, get to the back of the bus
I've been havin' motion since I can cuss
Pussy nigga, you can't pop it like us
Thirty mag' in my jeans, it's tucked
Hundred thousand cash, what the fuck?
Turnin' all these L.A. bitches to sluts
Stickin' this Bread Gang dick in her guts
Break on a bitch, I got that from my unc'
Stealin'-ass bitch, I call her a conk

[Interlude: YTB Fatt]
Niggas better loaf they life, man
Loaf your life, man, 'fore we loaf your wifе
Yeah
Yeah