CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Young God
Southside on the track, yeah
Smoking Cookie Crisp, huh
Stupid b*t*h
Uh, Uh
Oof, uh
Let my girlfriend hold the strap, n***a no dyke
Doing drive-bys at night, n***a no lights
Hating on me? f**k n***a got no life
Grew up with n***as that's locked up for life
Slow down on the Percs something don't feel right
Hi-tech red, that sh*t slime real right
I freestyle, this sh*t they will write
He on the corner, stop at the red light
Talking drunk, n***a no Bud Light
He on the Gram, flexing with fake ice
I’ma keep going no time for a hook
They stealing the drip, no time for a crook
Yo b*t*h get picked up, then I get licked up
We in the Fisker moving to Cali, LA or Vista
She want a mister, I want her sister, sh*t real crazy
Someone come roll backwoods, I’ll pay
Someone talk down on my name, I’ll slay
I’ma test out my new gun like yeah
Spent two bands, gave my b*t*h red hair
Pull up on a f**k n***a, he right there
He location shared
On the way with sticks right now we ain’t never cared
Uh, huh
Ahh (Ahh), Ahh (Ahh)
She look at me like I’m a young god
Allah, thank God
Gave me the talent now a n***a go hard
We in yo yard, you ain’t here
Then we in your bro yard, make it clear
Boolin' in the front lawn, we know you here, ayy, ayy, ayy
Turn your coat red, uh, Paul Revere
Run up the money and ran out of fears
Codeine cups we having cheers
What's her name all on my phone
I haven’t talked to this b*t*h in some years
Yeah, they all run back, when the money coming in
They want Givenchy the way that I got it
n***a, how much are you willing to spend, yeah
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Talk my sh*t and back it
Rockstar from the trap
Run from the cops in my Raffs, yeah
Make 'em feel my wrath, yeah
I pour one up in the Sprite or the Crush
Maybe High-C, maybe a Faygo
Call it ironic 'cause all of my demons be ready to give some of these f**k n***as halos
Ohh, ohh
I'ma let it breath, breath let it die slow
I'm your greatest enemy
Eazy-E, f**k the police
They won't let none of my n***as home, home
Ohh, ohh
I'ma let it breath, breath let it die slow
I'm your greatest enemy
Eazy-E, f**k the police
Ahh (Ahh), Ahh (Ahh)
She look at me like I’m a young god
Allah, thank God
Gave me the talent now a n***a go hard
We in yo yard, you ain’t here
Then we in your bro yard, make it clear
Boolin' in the front lawn, we know you here, ayy, ayy, ayy
Turn your coat red, uh, Paul Revere
Smoking Cookie Crisp, huh
Stupid b*t*h
Uh, Uh
Oof, uh
Let my girlfriend hold the strap, n***a no dyke
Doing drive-bys at night, n***a no lights
Hating on me? f**k n***a got no life
Grew up with n***as that's locked up for life
Slow down on the Percs something don't feel right
Hi-tech red, that sh*t slime real right
I freestyle, this sh*t they will write
He on the corner, stop at the red light
Talking drunk, n***a no Bud Light
He on the Gram, flexing with fake ice
I’ma keep going no time for a hook
They stealing the drip, no time for a crook
Yo b*t*h get picked up, then I get licked up
We in the Fisker moving to Cali, LA or Vista
She want a mister, I want her sister, sh*t real crazy
Someone come roll backwoods, I’ll pay
Someone talk down on my name, I’ll slay
I’ma test out my new gun like yeah
Spent two bands, gave my b*t*h red hair
Pull up on a f**k n***a, he right there
He location shared
On the way with sticks right now we ain’t never cared
Uh, huh
Ahh (Ahh), Ahh (Ahh)
She look at me like I’m a young god
Allah, thank God
Gave me the talent now a n***a go hard
We in yo yard, you ain’t here
Then we in your bro yard, make it clear
Boolin' in the front lawn, we know you here, ayy, ayy, ayy
Turn your coat red, uh, Paul Revere
Run up the money and ran out of fears
Codeine cups we having cheers
What's her name all on my phone
I haven’t talked to this b*t*h in some years
Yeah, they all run back, when the money coming in
They want Givenchy the way that I got it
n***a, how much are you willing to spend, yeah
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Talk my sh*t and back it
Rockstar from the trap
Run from the cops in my Raffs, yeah
Make 'em feel my wrath, yeah
I pour one up in the Sprite or the Crush
Maybe High-C, maybe a Faygo
Call it ironic 'cause all of my demons be ready to give some of these f**k n***as halos
Ohh, ohh
I'ma let it breath, breath let it die slow
I'm your greatest enemy
Eazy-E, f**k the police
They won't let none of my n***as home, home
Ohh, ohh
I'ma let it breath, breath let it die slow
I'm your greatest enemy
Eazy-E, f**k the police
Ahh (Ahh), Ahh (Ahh)
She look at me like I’m a young god
Allah, thank God
Gave me the talent now a n***a go hard
We in yo yard, you ain’t here
Then we in your bro yard, make it clear
Boolin' in the front lawn, we know you here, ayy, ayy, ayy
Turn your coat red, uh, Paul Revere
