[Produced by JCanan Beats and Cartier Jones]
[Verse 1]
Bandanna on my face, I swear they thought I was Young Pappy
That Day Day hit my lungs, my double cup I'm sippin' Alex
Designer everything, from head to toe, b**h I be stylin'
And all my n***as be wildin', yo' n***as ain't got no mileage
f** you thought?
I go hard for my team, what the f** you mean?
This Glock 40 came with a green bean
Turn any n***a that want beef into a string bean
No more ning things
All we tote is big sh**, all we blow is big sh**
Pull up on the side of 'em n***as, now they a** got to riding like they a** can't drive stick shift
All my n***as crack fours, and where I come from, you can't trap until you learn how to blow a pole
Out here in the streets, n***a anything goes
I done seen some of the realest n***as get exposed, now they a** just some hoes
Just like the opps, always hiding, n***a everyone knows
Think they got balls though, every time we try to make some sh** crack
We never find they a** like war, though
Rat-a-tat-tat, that's the sound of my gat
I ain't no coward, n***a, I'on hit you from the back
I approach you from the front
Head shot, face shot, next shot, send a couple more shots at his chest
Someone lay that boy to rest
They trynna wake his a** up, but he gone, please let that man rest
12 on our a**, cause they can't make arrests
We just make 'em come around and come clean up our mess, when we f** sh** up
[Interlude]
Them old a** Mikes wit yo' broke a**
I done came a long way from having no cash
Now my whole team got more bags
R.I.P Young Pappy, Numba 6, 2 Pap!
Wait hol' on
[Verse 2]
Two of everything, hoe we be f**ing sh** up
Couple mouth chops, I bet that be shutting sh** up
Played the hand I was dealt with, it was nothing but trust
I seen n***as get rich, I seen n***as get slumped
I'ma 'bout that life, n***a
You don't wanna gamble, you ain't bout them dice, n***a
I seen that n***a get up out this life
n***a still got whacked 'cause he had them stripes, n***a
And they say they gon' k** me
Before you do that, that n***as gon' feel me
You can get 'em k**ed for free, ain't gotta pill me
I be gettin' bricks on bricks, you think I'm building
Shoot his a** six on six, you think we filming
We just trynna catch more bodies and get a million
Yo b**h wanna s** on dick for some Brazilian
Then go home and kiss her man and her children
Petty b**h, and I ain't wit' none of that petty sh**
Turn a n***a brains into spaghetti when that feather spit
You would think I'm Freddy in yo dreams, n***a
Tell 'em what you seen, n***a
When them chops hit yo a**, I'll have you scream, n***a
Put his a** on a shirt, n***a and on a screen, n***a
Put his a** in the dirt, n***a and on the sleeve, n***a
When you hear how we did 'em, you ain't gon' believe n***as
Nah mean, n***as?
So if I wasn't scared, man, I'll give you that
Boy, I'm still in the streets, n***a, I'll meet you there
Boy, they took my lil' bro, I wanna see a n***a brains hit the floor
Have his mama try and pick the sh** up'
And what's left, we just smackin' that sh**
And I ain't no dink n***a, but I ain't catchin' no b**h
R.I.P Young Pap, who those legend exist
Head shot, he seen the light, now he trynna resist
[Outro]
See that light, n***a
Uh-huh, die slow, p**y
R.I.P Young Pap
Numba 6, Dirt, and 2 Cups
2 Pap