[Intro]
Aye turn that light off (Any last words?)
Hold on, Yea Yea Yea
This top baby, yea yea yea
What it is, I'm from the north side
It’s a murder business!
Boom, boom, boom, boom
That’s his mama coming outside seen 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 why you wanna bang?
Hah, this ain’t no Ken on no beat
Ain’t no Ken on the streets
N***a diss YoungBoy I have em' creep, slime
These 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]
Haahh, waahh
Some n***as in trouble
I say God, when I catch your son, I’m standing over him aim straight in his face hit em with the cutter (where we hit that dude)
I hear a sound from the back, Babyjoe go grab the strap
(Oh 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 , finna, ain’t finna get us
[Verse]
I want money on time like Tennessee
Bad bitch way come from Tennessee
Im 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 meant to say it over
Everywhere but under your feet

[Bridge]
Im a mutha fucking gangsta, I'm a mutha fucking GD
Real GraveDigger don't play with me, you know that I'm bout beef
If I catch ya imma stretch ya n***a, n***a shouldn't have said my name
Two guns up that be that flame, n***a know I gangbang

[Chorus]
Haahh, waahh
Some n***as in trouble
I say God, when I catch your son, I’m standing over him aim straight in his face hit ‘em with the cutter

[Verse 2]
I got them hitters waiting outside the house
He walk up, they gon walk him down
Even though I want him dead, two shots mandatory to the head
Boy I'm with that shit foreal, two weeks later burn up where you stay at
(Let's Do It)
I been popping with the stylist, I don't need one anyway
Keep them choppers with them shottas, play one time you know we spray
Play one time I shoot that drac (Bah n***a Bah)
Baby know that she ain't hear me, but she say she want to stay with me i told her it's way too late (Way too late)
I ain't doing it with 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 eternal, so you might as well call him Timmy
And I be Phineas and Ferb n***a, Ed Edd N Eddy
I’ve been planning on my mountains, stay the fuck up out my head
Since I been up here, I left like nine n***as dead (N***a yeah thats on my grandma)

[Chorus]
Haahh, waahh
Some n***as in trouble
I say God, when I catch your son, I’m standing over him aim straight in his face hit ‘em with the cutter

[Outro]