Bow-wow
Hold up, yeah, yeah
Top, Top
Uh, uh
It's a parade inside my city, yeah
Ass shakin', givin' head
No more county product of the feds
Flag green, the Cutlass red
Now watch, I cut up like Sherhonda, yeah
I'm in this bitch, who want me dead?
Uh-uh-uh-uh, yeah
Now bitch, I'm loaded feelin' myself
Right now, I'm not myself, I'm turnt up, got that iron in here
Yeah, I got it right by my belt
Them niggas plan on poppin' him, they know that he don't like them
This is a story all about how
A pistol totin' kid named YoungBoy grew up in the Nawf
Whole life in war, he got some money then he moved to Utah
But still ain't stop from the top the mountain, he steppin', knockin' shit off, bitch
Still with the clique, you know for shit, we don't switch
I put this ho inside the trench, you try to diss Big Dump bitch, yeah
Four Loko with some Hennessy on drunk shit
Spray the whole crowd, don't use my aim so don't try me, I assist
Perc' 30, bro brought Roxies
Bought all the dirty Roxies
My show the week the stock in
Got your bitch, don't know where I been
Parade in my city, plenty murder cases
City players, outside playin'
Hold up, think I see the pill man, I'm finna run out Xans
Uh, you know I like to dance, stopped and watch me give it, yeah
Shawty, yeah, this lil' bitch said, she wanna have my extra leg
Hollow tips stuffed in the head
Cock it, pop this bitch, no stoppin'
I'm locked in, I count Ms, I spend about a thousand, yeah
It's a parade inside my city, yeah
Ass shakin', givin' head
No more county product of the feds
Flag green, the Cutlass red
Now watch, I cut up like Sherhonda, yeah
I'm in this bitch, who want me dead?
Uh-uh-uh-uh, yeah
Now bitch, I'm loaded feelin' myself
Right now, I'm not myself, I'm turnt up, got that iron in here
Yeah, I got it right by my belt
Them niggas plan on poppin' him, they know that he don't like them
You don't wan' fuck with me, Slimeball sold Calicos
Girl, your plates off UC, we'll bang it out at the county call
Ten got three hoes, and bottom back from Valero
And FaceTime me on my phone, and let me watch while you take 'em down
Uh, you know I need a rachet bitch that be on rachet shit, with saggy tits, fuck it
Baggin' bitches, I don't need them ones, I don't give one fuck, I'm thuggin'
I love them hoes from out that north, know them hoes out that north, they love me
Look, look, mm-hm-mm-hm (Get down)
Nigga tried to bust
Tried to get my shake back, know I'm rushin'
Tried to get my shake back by my cousin, nigga
Huh, the fuck you mean?
Double cup muddy, movin' sluggish
Saw me on Plank Road, me and Buster in the Cutlass, nigga
It's a parade inside my city, yeah
Ass shakin', givin' head
No more county product of the feds
Flag green, the Cutlass red
Now watch, I cut up like Sherhonda, yeah
I'm in this bitch, who want me dead?
Uh-uh-uh-uh, yeah
Now bitch, I'm loaded feelin' myself
Right now, I'm not myself, I'm turnt up, got that iron in here
Yeah, I got it right by my belt
Them niggas plan on poppin' him, they know that he don't like them
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