Lyrics:

Pipe that shit up, TnT

Nigga, my fit on point, uhNigga, this whip okay
Hold on, calm down, YoungBoy
Make sure I`m straight on stage
I took the backwards route
Spent a hundred grand on K`s
Still a all out war `bout gang
Fuck nigga, don`t throw no shade, uh

I left the season to comeback with a reason
I ain`t say it was easy, yeah, ah
I threw them beans in, my bro sold out, can`t see me
I could`ve left him bleedin`, yeah, ah

Whipped out a Birkin bag and took out fifty, that`s her own, yeah
Hold on, slatt business, let me check the interest for that corner
I got hats pendin`, checks for all them youngins, they been on `em
Bitch, it`s rack city, stack on top of stack and they gon` stone him
I don`t think these niggas want no smoke, we be all with it
I can`t put no hoe before my bro because they all sneaky
Out tweakin`, late night when we geekin`, we stuck on our pivot
I grab the mic
You make sure that I`m right just for this crowd see me

Nigga, my fit on point, uh
Nigga, this whip okay
Hold on, calm down, YoungBoy
Make sure I`m straight on stage
I took the backwards route
Spent a hundred grand on K`s
Still at all out war `bout gang
Fuck nigga, don`t throw no shade, uh

I left the season to comeback with a reason
I ain`t say it was easy, yeah, ah
I threw them beans in, my bro sold out, can`t see me
I could`ve left him bleedin`, yeah, ah

I just put one up, he shoot, he scores
I just need get me a love to keep these hoes right front my door
I just took my hoe back insides `til they was gone, nigga, yeah, yeah
They gon` hate on us until we gone, that what 10 said
I ain`t look at her, not once, just sang my song, nigga
Bought her a Rolex, got her a flight back, sent her home, yeah
She can`t get her a text back
Post my next bitch, turn off the phone, yeah
Take out your phone and post my neck, bitch, focus on it, yeah

I left the season to comeback with a reason
I ain`t say it was easy, yeah, ah
I threw them beans in, my bro sold out, can`t see me
I could`ve left him bleedin`, yeah, ah