[Intro]
Aye turn that lil' louder
(Any last words?)
Hold on, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh, this Top baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm from the Northside
It's a murder business

[Verse 1]
Boom, boom, boom, boom
That's his mama coming outside seeing him dead
Hit all in the head, now she crying, fuck her, gang
Them pussy n***as talking shit, I got that orchestrated hit
Pussy n***a how you wanna bang? Huh
This ain't no Ken on no beat, ain't no Ken on no streets
N***a diss YoungBoy, I have him creeped, slime
You pussy ass n***as say you wan' beef
Anywhere you at bitch you ain't safe, we up and bust 'em with that heat

[Chorus]
Aaahh, waahh
Some n***as in trouble (I bet some n***as in trouble)
I say God, when I catch your son, I'm standing over him straight in his face hittin' with thе cutter (Where wе hit that dude)

[Verse 2]
I hear sound from the back, Baby Joe go grab the strap
(Huh, hold on they tryna, they probably tryna get us)
Baby Joe I got a MAC and a .45 by the couch
These pussy ass n***as, they ain't finna, finna, they ain't finna get us
I want money on time like Tennessee
Bad bitch way come from Tennessee
I'm YoungBoy I be YB, fuck with me, bitch fuck with me
I keep that heat, come play with me, shoot your ass all in your street
Hold up, make me say it over
Everywhere but under your feet
I'm a motherfucking gangster, I'm a motherfucking GD
Real gravedigger, don't play with me, you know that I'm 'bout beef
And if I catch you I'ma stretch you n***a, n***a shouldn't have said my name
Two guns up that be that flame, n***a know I gang bang
[Chorus]
Aaahh, waahh
Some n***as in trouble (I bet some n***as in trouble)
I say God, when I catch your son, I'm standing over him straight in his face hittin' with the cutter

[Verse 3]
I got them hitters waitin' outside the house, he walk out, they gon' knock him down
Even though I want him dead, them shots mandatory to the head
Born with that shit for real, two weeks later, burn 'em where you stay at
Let's do it
I been poppin' with the stylist I don't need one anyway
Keep them choppas with them shottas, play one time, you know we spray
Play one time, I shoot that Drac'
Bow, n***a, bow
Baby know that she ain't envy, but she say she wan' stay with me, I told her “It's way too late”
I ain't doing these pussy ass n***as, I mix Gucci with Givenchy
I got wood grain in that Maybach, pussy n***a get with me
I got big stacks in every room, n***a you can't get this
I got big straps in every room, n***a can't get Timmy
Joe keep a rocket like he Turner so you might as well call him Timmy
Aye, I be Phineas and Ferb n***a, Ed, Edd n Eddy
I been planning on my mountain, stay the fuck up out my head
Since I been up here I left like nine n***as dead, n***a yeah (That's on my grandma)

[Chorus]
Aaahh, waahh
Some n***as in trouble (I bet some n***as in trouble)
I say God, when I catch your son, I'm standing over him straight in his face hittin' with the cutter