Released: November 13, 2020
Featuring: Yo Gotti 42 Dugg
Songwriter: Blac Youngsta Yo Gotti 42 Dugg
Producer: Stonii Rasta Papii
[Intro: 42 Dugg]
Hard times don't last, shoulda seen what I made
Weren't you just laughin'? How the fuck you in the grave?
Everybody ain't real, had to learn that from my brother
Frontin' on when I'm up, say I'm smilin' when I'm strugglin'
I been up, doin' good or down, doin' bad
From the same hitter, forever gon' get my last
[Chorus: 42 Dugg]
I been goin' through the same old things
Killin' all them same gold chains
I ain't cry, bro, since you got killed
Like how the fuck is you not here?
Double-down on me
Watch my come up with that cheese
I swear, I still get them beans in
You found me like this, I don't need friends
They told me if I trained, then it's only me
[Refrain: Blac Youngsta]
The streets too cold for a windbreaker, you gon' need you a coat (Streets)
The streets too dry in the summertime, you gon' need some dope (Dope)
The same niggas talk behind my back say they love me most (Most)
Yeah, same niggas I was beefin' with, called 'em my bro (Bro)
Ridin' shotgun with the shotty, pull up at the store (Store)
Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke (Smoke)
Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke, yeah
[Verse 1: Blac Youngsta]
Catch that boy in traffic, semi-automatic
You might call the caddy, but I call the baddie
Big Blood shit, shoot 'em in the attic
No love shit, shoot a nigga daddy
I'm a gangster, you gotta watch me
Nigga tryna B.I.G., 'Pac me
I'm a real nigga, I kill 'em
Knock scene on the front street, can't stop me
Beat my case, but the feds dock me
I ain't dumb, I know them niggas wanna take me out, but they can't rock me
I'ma keep applyin' pressure on you pussy niggas 'cause y'all can't stop me
Told mama, "It's alright, I'ma be fine, I know God got me"
And my bitch, she upset I ain't comin' home, she just wanna sock me
(Yeah, live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)
I'ma start a riot (Live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)
Killers, they outside (Live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)
Don't be surprised (Live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)
[Chorus: 42 Dugg & Blac Youngsta]
I been goin' through the same old things (Kickin' with the guys)
Killin' all them same gold chains
I ain't cry, bro, since you got killed
Like how the fuck is you not here?
Double-down on me
Watch my come up with that cheese
I swear, I still get them beans in
You found me like this, I don't need friends
They told me if I trained, then it's only me
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Moncler coat comin' twenty-five hundred
Chopper got a drum on it
Supreme dirt bike comin' thirty-somethin' racks
But fuck it, my son want it
Gang shit, I been on it
I'm a real hustler, make it look good, don't it?
I don't fuck with no broke niggas (Nah)
I ain't throwin' no smoke, nigga (Never)
Whoever want it, they can get it
Four hundred shots, make 'em feel it (Brrt)
It's four deep, a hundred shots piece
A million put up for the bond (Prr)
We fightin' the case 'til my niggas free
It's three letters (CMG)
Fuck niggas shoulda knew better (Knew better)
This Drac' hit whoever
We take smoke to a new level
They like, "Gotti, you rich, do better" (Do better)
I tried, but niggas won't let us (Tried)
These pussies, they playin', they jealous (For real)
Now I can't turn my back on the fellas (Can't)
Street nigga, cold-hearted (I am)
I lost my feelings on Garland (Did)
We were thuggin' out the apartments (We was)
Know, in Memphis, where it started (Yeah, on God)
[Refrain: Blac Youngsta]
The streets too cold for a windbreaker, you gon' need you a coat (Streets)
The streets too dry in the summertime, you gon' need some dope (Dope)
The same niggas talk behind my back say they love me most (Most)
Yeah, same niggas I was beefin' with, called 'em my bro (Bro)
Ridin' shotgun with the shotty, pull up at the store (Store)
Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke (Smoke)
Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke, yeah
[Chorus: 42 Dugg]
I been goin' through the same old things
Killin' all them same gold chains
I ain't cry, bro, since you got killed
Like how the fuck is you not here?
Double-down on me
Watch my come up with that cheese
I swear, I still get them beans in
You found me like this, I don't need friends
They told me if I trained, then it's only me
Hard times don't last, shoulda seen what I made
Weren't you just laughin'? How the fuck you in the grave?
Everybody ain't real, had to learn that from my brother
Frontin' on when I'm up, say I'm smilin' when I'm strugglin'
I been up, doin' good or down, doin' bad
From the same hitter, forever gon' get my last
[Chorus: 42 Dugg]
I been goin' through the same old things
Killin' all them same gold chains
I ain't cry, bro, since you got killed
Like how the fuck is you not here?
Double-down on me
Watch my come up with that cheese
I swear, I still get them beans in
You found me like this, I don't need friends
They told me if I trained, then it's only me
[Refrain: Blac Youngsta]
The streets too cold for a windbreaker, you gon' need you a coat (Streets)
The streets too dry in the summertime, you gon' need some dope (Dope)
The same niggas talk behind my back say they love me most (Most)
Yeah, same niggas I was beefin' with, called 'em my bro (Bro)
Ridin' shotgun with the shotty, pull up at the store (Store)
Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke (Smoke)
Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke, yeah
[Verse 1: Blac Youngsta]
Catch that boy in traffic, semi-automatic
You might call the caddy, but I call the baddie
Big Blood shit, shoot 'em in the attic
No love shit, shoot a nigga daddy
I'm a gangster, you gotta watch me
Nigga tryna B.I.G., 'Pac me
I'm a real nigga, I kill 'em
Knock scene on the front street, can't stop me
Beat my case, but the feds dock me
I ain't dumb, I know them niggas wanna take me out, but they can't rock me
I'ma keep applyin' pressure on you pussy niggas 'cause y'all can't stop me
Told mama, "It's alright, I'ma be fine, I know God got me"
And my bitch, she upset I ain't comin' home, she just wanna sock me
(Yeah, live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)
I'ma start a riot (Live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)
Killers, they outside (Live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)
Don't be surprised (Live it up, live it up, live it up with my hitters, yeah)
[Chorus: 42 Dugg & Blac Youngsta]
I been goin' through the same old things (Kickin' with the guys)
Killin' all them same gold chains
I ain't cry, bro, since you got killed
Like how the fuck is you not here?
Double-down on me
Watch my come up with that cheese
I swear, I still get them beans in
You found me like this, I don't need friends
They told me if I trained, then it's only me
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Moncler coat comin' twenty-five hundred
Chopper got a drum on it
Supreme dirt bike comin' thirty-somethin' racks
But fuck it, my son want it
Gang shit, I been on it
I'm a real hustler, make it look good, don't it?
I don't fuck with no broke niggas (Nah)
I ain't throwin' no smoke, nigga (Never)
Whoever want it, they can get it
Four hundred shots, make 'em feel it (Brrt)
It's four deep, a hundred shots piece
A million put up for the bond (Prr)
We fightin' the case 'til my niggas free
It's three letters (CMG)
Fuck niggas shoulda knew better (Knew better)
This Drac' hit whoever
We take smoke to a new level
They like, "Gotti, you rich, do better" (Do better)
I tried, but niggas won't let us (Tried)
These pussies, they playin', they jealous (For real)
Now I can't turn my back on the fellas (Can't)
Street nigga, cold-hearted (I am)
I lost my feelings on Garland (Did)
We were thuggin' out the apartments (We was)
Know, in Memphis, where it started (Yeah, on God)
[Refrain: Blac Youngsta]
The streets too cold for a windbreaker, you gon' need you a coat (Streets)
The streets too dry in the summertime, you gon' need some dope (Dope)
The same niggas talk behind my back say they love me most (Most)
Yeah, same niggas I was beefin' with, called 'em my bro (Bro)
Ridin' shotgun with the shotty, pull up at the store (Store)
Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke (Smoke)
Ain't no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke, yeah
[Chorus: 42 Dugg]
I been goin' through the same old things
Killin' all them same gold chains
I ain't cry, bro, since you got killed
Like how the fuck is you not here?
Double-down on me
Watch my come up with that cheese
I swear, I still get them beans in
You found me like this, I don't need friends
They told me if I trained, then it's only me