[Chorus - Yung’nBaby] [x2]
If you ain't from where i'm from, you can't come round here
And you better ride with them sticks it get dumb round here
Project baby, ain't nothing but slums round here
Everybody chasing them funds no fun round here (Yeah)
[Verse 1 - Jari$]
I remember back when - back when I didn’t have nuthin’
Was cruisin’ to the top, you know that I ain’t bluffin’
Thought you had me figured out but you was just straight frontin’
Keep it in my City, 4-1-5 till death
Never fuckin’ stressed, I know that we up next
Everybody from Frisco is really comin’ for your necks
Applyin’ all this pressure leave you haters hella vexed
Lyrical war so why you puttin’ on a vest?
Only headshots we ain’t aimin’ for your chest
We just - keep it hella smooth, when we hoppin’ in the booth
Man we feeling hella juiced we just speak about the truth
Everybody ask me what the fuck I’m finna do?
Got this damn plan, pursuing at deuce-deuce
Man don’t come around here, that’s all we askin’ if you
Wanted me to go nuts so I’m aiming for cash-
You never bout it - and I know that shit for a fact
Why you fakin’ on the net? I know you ain’t in the trap
You just roll up real slick just to snap a quick flick
Pull up out your old hood and you ain’t even in your whip
Always tryna front? You’d get clowned round here
Run up on the wrong one, you'd get a round round here
Wouldn’t even stand out you’d be in the crowd round here
All these mufuckas hate we hold it down round here
[Chorus - Yung’nBaby & Jari$] [x2]
If you ain't from where i'm from, you can't come round here
And you better ride with them sticks it get dumb round here
Project baby, ain't nothing but slums round here
Everybody chasing them funds no fun round here (Yeah)
[Verse 2 - Yung’nBaby]
When it’s the first of the month, you better keep a gun round here
You gon’ get robbed if you show a lil, you can't stunt round here
We ain't policin’, we sweepin the streets, my nigga believe me
I can't be your peace, bae I gotta eat, if you leavin’ just leave me
I ain't gon’ sugar coat shit, if I feel you a bitch - you a bitch
Weed money come too slow, I need me a kilo or snail
And I’m tryna move a whole half, befo’ the end of my shift
I had to get off my ass you fuck niggas don't get my drip
My nigga lil crazy he muggin’ the club, yeah he off a bean
The police pull up, the body was missin’ when they hit the scene
You with me or not? You real or you fake there is no in between
Tryna be four pockets full, watch, money tyin’ my jeans
[Chorus - Yung’nBaby & Jari$] [x2]
If you ain't from where i'm from, you can't come round here
And you better ride with them sticks it get dumb round here
Project baby, ain't nothing but slums round here
Everybody chasing them funds no fun round here (Yeah)
If you ain't from where i'm from, you can't come round here
And you better ride with them sticks it get dumb round here
Project baby, ain't nothing but slums round here
Everybody chasing them funds no fun round here (Yeah)
[Verse 1 - Jari$]
I remember back when - back when I didn’t have nuthin’
Was cruisin’ to the top, you know that I ain’t bluffin’
Thought you had me figured out but you was just straight frontin’
Keep it in my City, 4-1-5 till death
Never fuckin’ stressed, I know that we up next
Everybody from Frisco is really comin’ for your necks
Applyin’ all this pressure leave you haters hella vexed
Lyrical war so why you puttin’ on a vest?
Only headshots we ain’t aimin’ for your chest
We just - keep it hella smooth, when we hoppin’ in the booth
Man we feeling hella juiced we just speak about the truth
Everybody ask me what the fuck I’m finna do?
Got this damn plan, pursuing at deuce-deuce
Man don’t come around here, that’s all we askin’ if you
Wanted me to go nuts so I’m aiming for cash-
You never bout it - and I know that shit for a fact
Why you fakin’ on the net? I know you ain’t in the trap
You just roll up real slick just to snap a quick flick
Pull up out your old hood and you ain’t even in your whip
Always tryna front? You’d get clowned round here
Run up on the wrong one, you'd get a round round here
Wouldn’t even stand out you’d be in the crowd round here
All these mufuckas hate we hold it down round here
[Chorus - Yung’nBaby & Jari$] [x2]
If you ain't from where i'm from, you can't come round here
And you better ride with them sticks it get dumb round here
Project baby, ain't nothing but slums round here
Everybody chasing them funds no fun round here (Yeah)
[Verse 2 - Yung’nBaby]
When it’s the first of the month, you better keep a gun round here
You gon’ get robbed if you show a lil, you can't stunt round here
We ain't policin’, we sweepin the streets, my nigga believe me
I can't be your peace, bae I gotta eat, if you leavin’ just leave me
I ain't gon’ sugar coat shit, if I feel you a bitch - you a bitch
Weed money come too slow, I need me a kilo or snail
And I’m tryna move a whole half, befo’ the end of my shift
I had to get off my ass you fuck niggas don't get my drip
My nigga lil crazy he muggin’ the club, yeah he off a bean
The police pull up, the body was missin’ when they hit the scene
You with me or not? You real or you fake there is no in between
Tryna be four pockets full, watch, money tyin’ my jeans
[Chorus - Yung’nBaby & Jari$] [x2]
If you ain't from where i'm from, you can't come round here
And you better ride with them sticks it get dumb round here
Project baby, ain't nothing but slums round here
Everybody chasing them funds no fun round here (Yeah)
( Jari$ )
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