Released: September 22, 2015
Featuring: Blac Youngsta
Songwriter: Moneybagg Yo Blac Youngsta
Producer: Say-T
[Verse 1: Blac Youngsta]
Fuck nigga, I'm goin bust ya
You goin squeal, nigga ain't tough
AK 47, I'm clutchin
Pull up on me, I'm bustin
Fuck a nigga up like a russian
Imma send a hundred killers like a russian
I'm a young black nigga livin lugshery
I just blew a hundred thousand on a Porsh
I was movin bricks cross the border
I was havin bricks in the toilit
I was ridin coops with them fortchans
I was toating big glocc 40s
My uncle Fish told me to cut it
Saw the feds pull with the ?
I found myself in a little charge
I was fuckin on my plug's daughter
Told that fuck nigga wanna go to war
Pussy nigga know I'm a real killer
I send them killers like a russian
I send your head to your mama
My real niggas kill nothin
And I got some real niggas killin for the money
Tony Montana ?
Shoot at young niggas, they comin
What you know bout?
What you know bout?
Pussy nigga, you don't know nothin
Fuck nigga, you ain't never crushed nothin
What you know bout sellin them rocks on that counter
What you know bout having shooters every summer
What you know bout them low numbers
Fuck nigga, you don't know nothin
[Verse 2: Moneybag Yo]
I got hundreds nigga, hundreds on a choppa
That's a hundred on pationts, hundreds on doctors
Got that handgun on my waist, but it shoot like a salt rifle
? been here before you ?
I be with them niggas who fuck shit
All they know is if you snitch, then shoot
? talk on the internet
Kill a nigga, ain't catch a murder yet
All the 5 talkin, you goin get hit
My lil hitta, goin pop ya like a perkesit
Know a young nigga get it off the ground
Niggas saying they got them bricks and them pounds
Imma call m, like I need some right now
You get tired, Imma lay that ass down
I ain't talkin bout no nut, baby, bust it quick
She my lil gangsta bitch, and she thicker than Tessa Nicks
It feel good to be black and livin lugshery
Like I'm a cloud or something, you niggas look up to me
Run up on me, I ain't boxing
You goin take a couple shots ?
I keep it loud, like the smoke in my gar
Hot nigga, ridin with them choppas in that car
Fuck nigga, I'm goin bust ya
You goin squeal, nigga ain't tough
AK 47, I'm clutchin
Pull up on me, I'm bustin
Fuck a nigga up like a russian
Imma send a hundred killers like a russian
I'm a young black nigga livin lugshery
I just blew a hundred thousand on a Porsh
I was movin bricks cross the border
I was havin bricks in the toilit
I was ridin coops with them fortchans
I was toating big glocc 40s
My uncle Fish told me to cut it
Saw the feds pull with the ?
I found myself in a little charge
I was fuckin on my plug's daughter
Told that fuck nigga wanna go to war
Pussy nigga know I'm a real killer
I send them killers like a russian
I send your head to your mama
My real niggas kill nothin
And I got some real niggas killin for the money
Tony Montana ?
Shoot at young niggas, they comin
What you know bout?
What you know bout?
Pussy nigga, you don't know nothin
Fuck nigga, you ain't never crushed nothin
What you know bout sellin them rocks on that counter
What you know bout having shooters every summer
What you know bout them low numbers
Fuck nigga, you don't know nothin
[Verse 2: Moneybag Yo]
I got hundreds nigga, hundreds on a choppa
That's a hundred on pationts, hundreds on doctors
Got that handgun on my waist, but it shoot like a salt rifle
? been here before you ?
I be with them niggas who fuck shit
All they know is if you snitch, then shoot
? talk on the internet
Kill a nigga, ain't catch a murder yet
All the 5 talkin, you goin get hit
My lil hitta, goin pop ya like a perkesit
Know a young nigga get it off the ground
Niggas saying they got them bricks and them pounds
Imma call m, like I need some right now
You get tired, Imma lay that ass down
I ain't talkin bout no nut, baby, bust it quick
She my lil gangsta bitch, and she thicker than Tessa Nicks
It feel good to be black and livin lugshery
Like I'm a cloud or something, you niggas look up to me
Run up on me, I ain't boxing
You goin take a couple shots ?
I keep it loud, like the smoke in my gar
Hot nigga, ridin with them choppas in that car