[Intro]
(Beat Execz)
(MercyBeatz, nigga)
(K4ProducedIt)
Look, look
[Chorus]
Mama, I wanna run the hood, I don't wanna go to school
Mama, I been havin' thoughts 'bout breakin' in my neighbor place
Gang baby, he tote green flags, breakin' all the rules
They know we keep sticks like rulers, up it and we spray the place
[Verse 1]
I'm on the phone with Tim, oh, that's ****, bitch, dig your brother up
Tell 'em fuck that nigga you fucking on, they ain't gon' fuck with us
Tell your broke-ass menace come get me gone, we gon' bust him off
Drop tape by tape and don't promote at all, that's just my runner up
I know that he talkin' in them songs and hе dumb as fuck
Don't shoot him, bag him up
It could flip a Mack Truck, lil' baby, know we smashing somethin'
Act up, I want you to play crazy
Spend that chеck and don't show nothing, I put Dior all on my baby
Listen up, we gon' wet the block, and boy
All that talkin' out your top, gon' meet the murder squad
Say that he want beef, he ain't gon' say nothin' else
Man, all the pain I felt
Play the cards that I was dealt, chasin' money 'til I'm out of breath
Everybody after me, everybody wanna kill YB, but can't capture me
Behind this one nigga, he deceased
But I'm gon' change the subject, fuck 'em
Tell them niggas that I love 'em
'Cause they know I fuckin' hate 'em, I can't wait to fuckin' bust 'em
(Beat Execz)
(MercyBeatz, nigga)
(K4ProducedIt)
Look, look
[Chorus]
Mama, I wanna run the hood, I don't wanna go to school
Mama, I been havin' thoughts 'bout breakin' in my neighbor place
Gang baby, he tote green flags, breakin' all the rules
They know we keep sticks like rulers, up it and we spray the place
[Verse 1]
I'm on the phone with Tim, oh, that's ****, bitch, dig your brother up
Tell 'em fuck that nigga you fucking on, they ain't gon' fuck with us
Tell your broke-ass menace come get me gone, we gon' bust him off
Drop tape by tape and don't promote at all, that's just my runner up
I know that he talkin' in them songs and hе dumb as fuck
Don't shoot him, bag him up
It could flip a Mack Truck, lil' baby, know we smashing somethin'
Act up, I want you to play crazy
Spend that chеck and don't show nothing, I put Dior all on my baby
Listen up, we gon' wet the block, and boy
All that talkin' out your top, gon' meet the murder squad
Say that he want beef, he ain't gon' say nothin' else
Man, all the pain I felt
Play the cards that I was dealt, chasin' money 'til I'm out of breath
Everybody after me, everybody wanna kill YB, but can't capture me
Behind this one nigga, he deceased
But I'm gon' change the subject, fuck 'em
Tell them niggas that I love 'em
'Cause they know I fuckin' hate 'em, I can't wait to fuckin' bust 'em
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