[Chorus: TyTy Yungz]
I still pop out with that stick on me
I show love, ain't get it back, them niggas switch on me
She come 'round gang, won't get her back, can't get your bitch off me
Young and dumb, but we get paper like your big homie, like your big dawg
We ain't into Twitter fingers, rather let them sticks talk
Play with a pussy with my trigger finger, I know how she get on
For the police, they can't come outside, and flip phones
All this money, chains, cars, and clothes, really got 'em pissed off
[Verse 1: ApBabyyy]
Pissed off, and the money talk cheap, no, I don't even gotta say shit
Ain't no time for waiting, I'm just having conversation
Money keep on generating
Tryna run this generation
Fuck it, pick up a bag, drop it on your ass with all this money I be making
Blast it off, gotta bring a bag to talk to me, get a pack and hand it off
And the police wanted me, enough of these drugs its hard to see
Still baby be true to me
Baby I'm sipping Patron, she feel in love, we was off Hennessy
Late nights we all on the road
Trapping and we shipping the stones
Lil' baddie she calling my phone
I cannot wife her 'cause she was a ho'
You know we got them big Glocks
You know he chipping big rocks
Run up we let that stick talk
Better pray you don't get picked off
[Chorus: TyTy Yungz]
I still pop out with that stick on me
I show love, ain't get it back, them niggas switch on me
She come 'round gang, won't get her back, can't get your bitch off me
Young and dumb, but we get paper like your big homie, like your big dawg
We ain't into Twitter fingers, rather let them sticks talk
Play with a pussy with my trigger finger, I know how she get on
For the police, they can't come outside, and flip phones
All this money, chains, cars, and clothes, really got 'em pissed off
[Verse 2: TyTy Yungz]
Police taking pics like paparazzi
We stuck in that hood still
Everywhere they try to clap me
We still brought them guns here
They loyalty the highway
I don't want no basic bitch, I need my ho' to be on shit
I'm so dark hearted
We gon' make sure they all dead to finish what they started
Can't survive one to the head it gon' make him retarded
'Til we dead or in the feds, I'm with my dawg regardless
'Til we dead or in the feds, I'm with my dawg regardless
Stuck with that pain sometimes I feel like all them scars open
They took my dawg I'm steady thinking that my heart stolen
I'm so heart broken, wipe away them tears get high fuck with my emotions
[Chorus: TyTy Yungz]
I still pop out with that stick on me
I show love, ain't get it back, them niggas switch on me
She come 'round gang, won't get her back, can't get your bitch off me
Young and dumb, but we get paper like your big homie, like your big dawg
We ain't into Twitter fingers, rather let them sticks talk
Play with a pussy with my trigger finger, I know how she get on
For the police, they can't come outside, and flip phones
All this money, chains, cars, and clothes, really got 'em pissed off
I still pop out with that stick on me
I show love, ain't get it back, them niggas switch on me
She come 'round gang, won't get her back, can't get your bitch off me
Young and dumb, but we get paper like your big homie, like your big dawg
We ain't into Twitter fingers, rather let them sticks talk
Play with a pussy with my trigger finger, I know how she get on
For the police, they can't come outside, and flip phones
All this money, chains, cars, and clothes, really got 'em pissed off
[Verse 1: ApBabyyy]
Pissed off, and the money talk cheap, no, I don't even gotta say shit
Ain't no time for waiting, I'm just having conversation
Money keep on generating
Tryna run this generation
Fuck it, pick up a bag, drop it on your ass with all this money I be making
Blast it off, gotta bring a bag to talk to me, get a pack and hand it off
And the police wanted me, enough of these drugs its hard to see
Still baby be true to me
Baby I'm sipping Patron, she feel in love, we was off Hennessy
Late nights we all on the road
Trapping and we shipping the stones
Lil' baddie she calling my phone
I cannot wife her 'cause she was a ho'
You know we got them big Glocks
You know he chipping big rocks
Run up we let that stick talk
Better pray you don't get picked off
[Chorus: TyTy Yungz]
I still pop out with that stick on me
I show love, ain't get it back, them niggas switch on me
She come 'round gang, won't get her back, can't get your bitch off me
Young and dumb, but we get paper like your big homie, like your big dawg
We ain't into Twitter fingers, rather let them sticks talk
Play with a pussy with my trigger finger, I know how she get on
For the police, they can't come outside, and flip phones
All this money, chains, cars, and clothes, really got 'em pissed off
[Verse 2: TyTy Yungz]
Police taking pics like paparazzi
We stuck in that hood still
Everywhere they try to clap me
We still brought them guns here
They loyalty the highway
I don't want no basic bitch, I need my ho' to be on shit
I'm so dark hearted
We gon' make sure they all dead to finish what they started
Can't survive one to the head it gon' make him retarded
'Til we dead or in the feds, I'm with my dawg regardless
'Til we dead or in the feds, I'm with my dawg regardless
Stuck with that pain sometimes I feel like all them scars open
They took my dawg I'm steady thinking that my heart stolen
I'm so heart broken, wipe away them tears get high fuck with my emotions
[Chorus: TyTy Yungz]
I still pop out with that stick on me
I show love, ain't get it back, them niggas switch on me
She come 'round gang, won't get her back, can't get your bitch off me
Young and dumb, but we get paper like your big homie, like your big dawg
We ain't into Twitter fingers, rather let them sticks talk
Play with a pussy with my trigger finger, I know how she get on
For the police, they can't come outside, and flip phones
All this money, chains, cars, and clothes, really got 'em pissed off
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