[Intro]
From Parts Unknown
[Pre-Chorus]
Young wild nigga, wild nigga
Wild nigga wild nigga
It'll really go down nigga
Wild nigga wild nigga
Wild nigga wild nigga
It could really go down nigga
[Chorus]
Young Wild nigga, I'll give a nigga hell
Bought two chops named 'em Kenan and Kel
Young wild niggas and we straight from Vallejo
And I bought two chops named 'em Kenan and Kel
[Verse 1]
My brother off the drugs, he could barely even function
Surrounded by them .40's we be barely even thumpin'
I know my time'll come so I don't really need to rush it
Yea, I had to change the subject 'cause the Feds be up to somethin'
Sucka free, I don't fuck wit' opps
5-O pull us over, brodie tuck the Glock
And that money don't mean shit when you touch a lot
Middle fingas in the air I'ont fuck wit' thots
What? Nigga think before you speak
A nigga trip up on us, nigga think before you tweet
And brodie love the bitches, he be bringing home the freaks
If you ain't livin' what you're rappin', better practice what you preach
Spear a nigga bitch from the back like I'm Brittney
All this pourin' brodie doin', must not care about his kidneys
All I'm worried 'bout is commas, no these niggas never tempt me
Yeah this .40 hold Curry I'll shoot it till it's empty
BITCH! I'm. Anti. Social
Play me, strap sing, like the bitch had vocals
Nigga want beef? Chop deliver out soul food
Ignorant, send a nigga bitch home wit' no shoes
From Parts Unknown
[Pre-Chorus]
Young wild nigga, wild nigga
Wild nigga wild nigga
It'll really go down nigga
Wild nigga wild nigga
Wild nigga wild nigga
It could really go down nigga
[Chorus]
Young Wild nigga, I'll give a nigga hell
Bought two chops named 'em Kenan and Kel
Young wild niggas and we straight from Vallejo
And I bought two chops named 'em Kenan and Kel
[Verse 1]
My brother off the drugs, he could barely even function
Surrounded by them .40's we be barely even thumpin'
I know my time'll come so I don't really need to rush it
Yea, I had to change the subject 'cause the Feds be up to somethin'
Sucka free, I don't fuck wit' opps
5-O pull us over, brodie tuck the Glock
And that money don't mean shit when you touch a lot
Middle fingas in the air I'ont fuck wit' thots
What? Nigga think before you speak
A nigga trip up on us, nigga think before you tweet
And brodie love the bitches, he be bringing home the freaks
If you ain't livin' what you're rappin', better practice what you preach
Spear a nigga bitch from the back like I'm Brittney
All this pourin' brodie doin', must not care about his kidneys
All I'm worried 'bout is commas, no these niggas never tempt me
Yeah this .40 hold Curry I'll shoot it till it's empty
BITCH! I'm. Anti. Social
Play me, strap sing, like the bitch had vocals
Nigga want beef? Chop deliver out soul food
Ignorant, send a nigga bitch home wit' no shoes
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