I don't even know if i even accomplished anything man.I normally don't act like this but i always have this question in my head and it isn't even answered.
Yeah, yeah, yeah Young nigga world Young nigga way, yeah We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas Up that forty, let that pistol sing a melody Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard I got something that'll put you out your misery Seven point six two, five point five six's, two-two-three With that K, broad day, we hop out and spray Young nigga world, young nigga way until my dying day You ain't 'bout that action, boy let's not pretend Caught you lacking after school and shot at all your friends It go like one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten Unload the clip, reload the clip, and then you spin again And if they out when you come back then bitch you spin again Congratulations, I just taught you how to spin a bin We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas Up that forty, let that pistol sing a melody Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard I got something that'll put you out your misery Seven point six two, five point five six's, two-two-three Two-two-three, AR-15 Carbon-9's, they all on me Fuck with me, you get murked It ain't shit to put a pussy nigga on a shirt Fuck all that talking, we all 'bout that action We pull up with pistols, you know that we blasting These niggas ain't really on it, they pussy I swear they got all these niggas doin' magic Hold up, ash it, I wanna fuck her Pussy run up, we gon' put him on a t-shirt With it, yeah, with it Pull up on me with a TEC, huh Run up on me, you get whacked nigga Fuck with me, that's your regret I got some niggas who really be with it You niggas pussy, you pussy or you pussy offended You niggas pussy, you don't want no action All of my niggas will turn you to past tense We got Glocks with hundred rounds, huh Catch an opp, kill an opp, lay him down Fuck with us, you get murked, facts nigga Big B's, double-O twenty-ten-nine, this brrat nigga We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas Up that forty, let that pistol sing a melody Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard I got something that'll put you out your misery Seven point six two, five point five six's, two-two-three Yeah, Melly baby And I'm back, yeah, yeah-eah I'm on a whole 'nother fuckin' wave bro Can't even swim with this shit I'm spittin', hah (Young nigga world baby, young nigga world baby Young nigga ways, yeah yeah) I'm with them sharks fuck nigga, I'm for real, hey
