YB - #NewCharlotte lyrics

[Verse 1: Deniro Farrar] All of my youngin's some savages Run in your trap, hit you up for them packages Rob you for bricks, finesse you for pounds f** all that talkin', they layin' you down That'll teach n***as 'bout playin' around Cartel connected, you better respect it f** up the paper, send you to your maker They layin' you 6 feet under the ground Ridin' with choppas, masked up like Chewbacca Got dreads like a Rasta, free all of my patnas This one for Sosa and Gio, I got yah Bentley what's happenin'? Lil Tony what's crackin'? Dub, TG, DuRu what it do? Don Don I see you laid back and be cool I'm f**in' this ho and she wet as a pool I'm feedin' her dick and you buyin' her food Shoppin' and robbin' and robbin' and shoppin' Break bread with my n***as, you know how we rockin' Hittin' these licks and countin' this cake I don't give a f**, I'm bearin' my face Hopin' I live to see me a new day E got that choppa and ready to spray I'm runnin' through b**hes, what more can I say? Kush came from Cali, shout out to the Bay [Hook: BankRoll Bird] x2 n***as I know, they come shop for the work Lay you on the floor and take all of your cash f**in' these b**hes, no cuffin' these b**hes No lovin' these b**hes, they all for the smash n***as I know, they come shop for the bricks Lay you on the floor and take all of your pounds Got love for my n***as, shed blood for my n***as Bust slugs for my n***as, I'd die for my rounds [Verse 2: BankRoll Bird] I be with the dope boys like that n***a Ricky Money got me hypnotized like that n***a Biggie It's get rich or die tryin' like that n***a 50 And I'm about to go dumb like Timmy You ain't talkin' money, we look at you funny Lil n***a you wastin' your breath I told my n***as, "I'll see you at dinner" We eatin' 'til nothin' is left My bro in the kitchen, he chef But he keep the TEC, you would think he a ref That .30 on me like I'm Steph But all my b**hes as jazzy as Jeff, Fresh Prince in the city of Queens Chasin' that sack 'til they crown me a king Sacramento home team I'm better than clever, ball harder than Webber whenever Whoever however they want it No competition, ain't got no opponents My seat at the throne, they can't stand that Cause I Eminem, Kim and Stan rap A n***a might start shootin' if I don't know y'all My city made a n***a's heart so cold, dog Your b**h got nice lips and I'm like road dog Pour 4's 'til I'm throwed off The biggest menace since Dennis and O-Dawg (Aye) [Hook: BankRoll Bird] x2 [Verse 3: YB] To keep it one hunnit, I'd rather get blunted These b**hes be all for the smash I'd bleed for my brothers, I love 'em, we thuggin' They run in your spot for the cash A b**h n***a run up, I post up with gunnas It go down they bustin' your a** I'm up 'til the sun up, I'm juugin' with Bird No Stunna, we overgrind hard for this cash We ain't kiddin' like JK, my homeboy got an AK Only aimin' where your hood hang It rock-a-fella like Just Blaze The AK MJ how it give fades p**y n***as Shaq feet, boy you been gay These n***as MIA like where the Heat stay I'ma catch 'em with the work in the breezeway Better freeze or catch a bullet like a Brees play We need cake like a b-day I hang with my n***as, my n***as my woes Don't f** with too many cause n***as be hoes b**hes ain't sh**, they gon' f** with your foe All for the smash so I'm pa**in' a ho Sprint to the money, I dash and I go Cause n***as be b**hes and actin' like hoes Be screamin' "f** 12" when they call em' the most [Hook: BankRoll Bird] x2 [Verse 4: DuRu Tha King] n***a go crazy on yappas Run with them choppas, cookin' up beef with that China I'm a young n***a who's solid Max on that shotta, Dub TG that's on my mama Show me a check or show me respect Either way it go I'm comin' for necks These b**hes around me, they know I got next You takin' her out, I'm takin' her mouth She strip on the side, I'm dick on the side Broke down a whole brick and got rich on the side Come to my crib, you see k**as inside Shout out to Beata, I'm from the north side Bless up to Ghetty, I love the west side Thuggin', thuggin', thuggin', thuggin' it out Boy you should die, come to my city, you might not get out n***as be claimin' they know me, don't know what you talkin' about n***a don't try to lil bro me, you'll get a gun in your mouth My n***a that's not a real Rollie, why are you playin' around? See you let these b**hes control you, you are not fit for the crown Kings [Hook]