Kilt Young Dro (Ft. Mac Boney)

[Verse 1: Young Dro]
I'm a beast, I’m a beast, nigga feel me
Hope you niggas hear me
Catch you in the Roles, shoot you like you forgive me
Please don't come near me if you not near me
Imma go nuts, you gon get shot
Killa fuckin season, I don't need a reason
Hooligan, thug mixed with a little heathen
Bipolar swag on outer space [?]
White and red bitches like Coca cola
Nigga heard you was a fed [?]
Put his ass on the grill, eat spareribs
Heckling [?], dressed in Versace, from the hood, but I’m dieing to shine likeLiberacci
Bentleys, boats, houses with the motes
You don't even know what that is, Google it, hoe
I'm coming down [?], looking like [?]
YSL shoes, red bottoms [?]

[Chorus: Young Dro]
Nigga cross Dro, niggas die
Tripple cross hoe, niggas die
Remix on they throat, niggas die
Bails of that smoke, niggas die
Mafia on Christ, niggas die
Fuckin with the wife, niggas die
Don't care about no price, niggas die
Give a fuck about your life, nigga die