Youngboy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' him Tell them niggas, fuck him, man, they know that I ain't scared of them How you talkin' shit when that name die about your cousin and Cuardo got no filter and he say that they gon' fuck with him Clean up on I.O., you ain't let that choppin' Let my brother let that stick blow, nigga, know that's my smoke He call me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' hoe Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul Post about it, bitch, I got like 30 million, my mind gone And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone I'm barfin' whiskey, turnt up with some groupies while at my home Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy, bitch, you shoulda known My daddy said me leave it alone, but I'm like, man, fuck the niggas Used to fuck with Gucci till I seen he like them pussy niggas Momma know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid make me bust a nigga They know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official If I kill you, then I take your whistle, girl, I know I don't like you niggas Feds wanna lock a nigga up, cause he's her baby, nigga Bitch don't burn my baby mama up, she richer than yo' niggas Every nigga did a feature with you, slam out to get him Set him up, then point a nigga, feel good, Romo Know I keep that line weak, you gon' act like that you don't know Baby with him, 4 PF, four poles, fine Want me for the dot, tell that pussy cross that line I ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell him free bye-bye That's my evil twin, he can bounce on his tippy toes when he creepin' in He get drug tested, but still on dope, prescription came in I be trendin' with my baby mommas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends He got a Rolls, motherfuckin', he got a Maybach and Range Rover He got Bentley GT, red ice, black Cody Slidin' in the test drive, and he got that yeah on him Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dad Nigga, I'm a real black, and I'm skimmin' black I get free, they know why I'm mad, I'm postin' across that track Start on one, I drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked Walk the check, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' fat Where you at? Yo, security, they get busted too I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I bust that truth Yo, daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch too Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too And that little bitch, she say farewell, huh? I say hell to the tail slime Tell him, kill young boy, or the hell gon' fuckin' fail, huh? Let me check my mail file, fifteen mil' just for the side Stuck with many fuckin' fates, I left him with my knife inside Freely meet you off the line, nigga, know I'm big slime Win, lose, no drop, nigga, them bars know I'm bout mine Don't know nothing but slang, I ain't respondin' no more I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the ghost You know why I stay, don't let me find you home They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on Hear that blinkin' sound, that's the daughter tone Feel like boots don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone Tell her app I said fuck him, they promote his song They be hatin' on Tim and Kwando, they act like they wrong YouTube streamers, they be dick ridin', don't react no more You fuck with them, don't fuck with me, and that's just how that go They be pure dope, Chinese kiddie don't wanna be my girl She like them folks, mama told me father take my realin' And I said no, Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' Cause I'm real slow, I ain't even rappin', Jason I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know I fuck them And these bitches, they act like they scared to die Young boy been thuggin', I been slidin', I ain't scared to die I don't fuck with CeCe, bout my oldest brother Crip I be on DC, DC Marvel, that be him Waitin' on them, just fly the truck, fuck the whole industry They know don't try to get at him Yeah, this fucker get trained on Saturday Nigga freak, he die, we put guns to the face Bitch-ass nigga, how you wanna do it? Yeah, I already know what I say, nigga, we gon' die today Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face You hear me? Them bitch-ass niggas, man, these bitch-ass niggas They like, they don't like young boy, I guarantee you can't say Not one thing, young boy did these hoe-ass niggas These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you hear me? I ain't trippin', these fuck-ass niggas, these fuck-ass niggas gon' catch you They gon' catch you, they gon' catch you They dyin' in the throat, I don't believe that You hear me? This is slime shit You hear me, big fat, we gon' bang for life, man How you wanna do it, fucker? Yeah, long fuck with you niggas, believe that Young boy, they gon' kill you You better stop dissin' him Tell them niggas, fuck him Man, they know that I ain't scared of them How you talkin' shit when they ain't die about your cousin? Cuadro got no filter, and he say that they gon' fuck with him Thanks for watching!