CAPA/TRACKLIST
Letra : My Young Niggas
I be smokin' dope with my young n***as
Off a flat, I be rollin' with my young n***as
I be posted up with my b*t*hes
I be rollin' up—
Mac Ty
Glorilla
I be smokin' dope with my young n***as
Off a flat, I be rollin' with my young n***as
I be posted up with my b*t*hes
I be rollin' up with my b*t*hes (Macaroni made it)
I be, I be hittin' licks with my young n***as
'Member totin' big sticks with my young n***as
I be gettin' money with my b*t*hes
Lately, I been stuntin' on these b*t*hes
B*t*h, I'm Glorilla from the f**kin' zoo, finna pull up with your boo
Where these dudes?
They say they broke the knob, I broke the f**kin' roof
I be posted with my b*t*hes, yeah, and all them b*t*hes bad
You send for me, I'ma send one out to go and take your mask, man, y'all mad
Don't f**k with these n***as, they cap, but they say we got beef
I might slide down your block, leave your a** in the streets
I ain't no killer, but don't play with me
Thirty-two shots in this Glock and I won't skip a beat
I jumped off the porch and I landed on my feet
If I make it, BME, PTE, we gon' eat
Step on these rappers like I'm wearin' cleats
Gotta pay for this d**k, ain't no f**kin' for free
We got all these motherf**kin' big-a** choppers
Want smoke, we gon' send you to the doctor
You don't want them bullets flyin', helicopter
N***as singin', call 'em Phantom of the Opera
Young n***a dead, go dig him up
I might do a show with the semi tucked
You ain't gon' make it, just give it up
I just f**ked your b*t*h, now come pick her up, ayy
Come get your ho, but you better be cautious
Can't hang around Bruces, my gang full of bosses
Play with Glorilla, put you in a coffin
We slidin' in traffic, catch you while you walkin', b*t*h
We can get this sh*t poppin' whenever, wherever
Anybody can get it, I pop on whoever
Want smoke, we got heat, b*t*h, they hot like the devil
You try me, you dead, you get sent to the devil
I don't fight or don't wrestle, I got [?], I'm a presser
This sh*t top [?], make you bleed through your level
Shoot a chest, get the treasure
Grab a b*t*h, then I sell her
I ain't red, b*t*h, I'm yellow
Got cheese like I'm Chester
No more [?] no b*t*h, [?] my schedule
If you want the smoke, we got Glocks, no Berettas
You say you took somethin', I can't wait 'til I catch you
I'ma do lil' bruh bad, leave him on a stretcher
You know I'm a savage, I'm feelin' like Randy
My nine come in handy, I know they can't stand me
I just want the panties, I'm hot, gotta fan me
You know I'm up next and I put that on mammy
Say you want smoke, we got choppers, no Berettas
N***a sneeze, wipe his nose, I'ma bless him
Your n***a lackin', better hope the gang don't catch him
Now he dead, gang sent his a** to heaven (R.I.P., n***a)
Ayy, BME, PTE
Glorilla, Mac Ty
F**k up next, b*t*h, we up now
Yeah
Pop your sh*t
Ayy, you know what the f**k goin' on
Pretty Thugz Entertainment, PTE, b*t*h (Mac Ty)
business, ho
Glorilla
Off a flat, I be rollin' with my young n***as
I be posted up with my b*t*hes
I be rollin' up—
Mac Ty
Glorilla
I be smokin' dope with my young n***as
Off a flat, I be rollin' with my young n***as
I be posted up with my b*t*hes
I be rollin' up with my b*t*hes (Macaroni made it)
I be, I be hittin' licks with my young n***as
'Member totin' big sticks with my young n***as
I be gettin' money with my b*t*hes
Lately, I been stuntin' on these b*t*hes
B*t*h, I'm Glorilla from the f**kin' zoo, finna pull up with your boo
Where these dudes?
They say they broke the knob, I broke the f**kin' roof
I be posted with my b*t*hes, yeah, and all them b*t*hes bad
You send for me, I'ma send one out to go and take your mask, man, y'all mad
Don't f**k with these n***as, they cap, but they say we got beef
I might slide down your block, leave your a** in the streets
I ain't no killer, but don't play with me
Thirty-two shots in this Glock and I won't skip a beat
I jumped off the porch and I landed on my feet
If I make it, BME, PTE, we gon' eat
Step on these rappers like I'm wearin' cleats
Gotta pay for this d**k, ain't no f**kin' for free
We got all these motherf**kin' big-a** choppers
Want smoke, we gon' send you to the doctor
You don't want them bullets flyin', helicopter
N***as singin', call 'em Phantom of the Opera
Young n***a dead, go dig him up
I might do a show with the semi tucked
You ain't gon' make it, just give it up
I just f**ked your b*t*h, now come pick her up, ayy
Come get your ho, but you better be cautious
Can't hang around Bruces, my gang full of bosses
Play with Glorilla, put you in a coffin
We slidin' in traffic, catch you while you walkin', b*t*h
We can get this sh*t poppin' whenever, wherever
Anybody can get it, I pop on whoever
Want smoke, we got heat, b*t*h, they hot like the devil
You try me, you dead, you get sent to the devil
I don't fight or don't wrestle, I got [?], I'm a presser
This sh*t top [?], make you bleed through your level
Shoot a chest, get the treasure
Grab a b*t*h, then I sell her
I ain't red, b*t*h, I'm yellow
Got cheese like I'm Chester
No more [?] no b*t*h, [?] my schedule
If you want the smoke, we got Glocks, no Berettas
You say you took somethin', I can't wait 'til I catch you
I'ma do lil' bruh bad, leave him on a stretcher
You know I'm a savage, I'm feelin' like Randy
My nine come in handy, I know they can't stand me
I just want the panties, I'm hot, gotta fan me
You know I'm up next and I put that on mammy
Say you want smoke, we got choppers, no Berettas
N***a sneeze, wipe his nose, I'ma bless him
Your n***a lackin', better hope the gang don't catch him
Now he dead, gang sent his a** to heaven (R.I.P., n***a)
Ayy, BME, PTE
Glorilla, Mac Ty
F**k up next, b*t*h, we up now
Yeah
Pop your sh*t
Ayy, you know what the f**k goin' on
Pretty Thugz Entertainment, PTE, b*t*h (Mac Ty)
business, ho
Glorilla
