You the baddest I done seen in a while Ooh, my shorty, oh, oh Gettin' high, totin' that iron every time that we ride And you know, you know You the baddest thing I seen in a while Ooh, my shorty, oh, she, oh Oh, oh, oh, and she mine I swear to buy her anything to ease her mind In the dead end posted with that gang, totin' on that iron And I'm bound to leave any nigga dead if they ain't mine And I jumped off the porch like Killed Dave when he was sixteen, I do the reaping I say murder, Blood, and throw big B's Hit the block and blow the curb up, Youngboy MJ, I got on six rings Six headshots for the coroners, tell 'em that we ain't use no beam Tell them fuck niggas they don't know me I know for a fact she don't know her nigga, but she know me and she on me Steady askin' like, "Can you take me home?" Tell somebody anything I want, yeah H-O-L-D, huh, hold on me, yeah D-I-E, I've been needin' some peace Uh, uh, drink on lean 'til I can barely breathe Bae, your head ain't workin', nah, I need fire to sleep Louis V bag made by Virgil, fuck nigga tried charging me sixty G's Twenty-five for the duffle bag Nigga still countin' bands, baby, don't count on me Maybach ain't come with curtains, without tint Niggas still ain't seein' me Real gas bags, that's all I chief Two steps back, get off of me I've been up, yeah, all cheese I paid cash for that factory Hitmen, they be after me 12 tryna capture me Bitches plannin' on trappin' me Fake rappers plannin' on blastin' me For bro, you get assassin free Get blicked up, you try hackin' me, yeah H-O-L-D, huh, hold on me, yeah D-I-E, I've been needin' some peace Bae, your head ain't workin', nah, I need fire to sleep Louis V bag made by Virgil, fuck nigga tried charging me sixty G's You the baddest I done seen in a while Ooh, my shorty, oh, oh Gettin' high, totin' that iron every time that we ride And you know, you know You the baddest thing I seen in a while Ooh, my shorty, oh, she, oh Killed Dave when he was sixteen, I do the reaping I say murder, Blood, and throw big B's Hit the block and blow the curb up, Youngboy MJ, I got on six rings Six headshots for the coroners, tell 'em that we ain't use no beam (EarDrummers) (Mike WiLL Made-It) (That money go for Myles)
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YB got some of the hardest slowed reverbs
First bump of the beat blew my speakers😭
lol
Lol F
This hard 🥶
OHHHHHH MY SHAWTYYYY OUUUUU
A vibe bruh
These are awesome man you deserve more recognition 👍🏼
Thank you brudda this grind dont stop
You the baddest I done seen in a while
Ooh, my shorty, oh, oh
Gettin' high, totin' that iron every time that we ride
And you know, you know
You the baddest thing I seen in a while
Ooh, my shorty, oh, she, oh
Oh, oh, oh, and she mine
I swear to buy her anything to ease her mind
In the dead end posted with that gang, totin' on that iron
And I'm bound to leave any nigga dead if they ain't mine
And I jumped off the porch like
Killed Dave when he was sixteen, I do the reaping
I say murder, Blood, and throw big B's
Hit the block and blow the curb up, Youngboy MJ, I got on six rings
Six headshots for the coroners, tell 'em that we ain't use no beam
Tell them fuck niggas they don't know me
I know for a fact she don't know her nigga, but she know me and she on me
Steady askin' like, "Can you take me home?"
Tell somebody anything I want, yeah
H-O-L-D, huh, hold on me, yeah
D-I-E, I've been needin' some peace
Uh, uh, drink on lean 'til I can barely breathe
Bae, your head ain't workin', nah, I need fire to sleep
Louis V bag made by Virgil, fuck nigga tried charging me sixty G's
Twenty-five for the duffle bag
Nigga still countin' bands, baby, don't count on me
Maybach ain't come with curtains, without tint
Niggas still ain't seein' me
Real gas bags, that's all I chief
Two steps back, get off of me
I've been up, yeah, all cheese
I paid cash for that factory
Hitmen, they be after me
12 tryna capture me
Bitches plannin' on trappin' me
Fake rappers plannin' on blastin' me
For bro, you get assassin free
Get blicked up, you try hackin' me, yeah
H-O-L-D, huh, hold on me, yeah
D-I-E, I've been needin' some peace
Bae, your head ain't workin', nah, I need fire to sleep
Louis V bag made by Virgil, fuck nigga tried charging me sixty G's
You the baddest I done seen in a while
Ooh, my shorty, oh, oh
Gettin' high, totin' that iron every time that we ride
And you know, you know
You the baddest thing I seen in a while
Ooh, my shorty, oh, she, oh
Killed Dave when he was sixteen, I do the reaping
I say murder, Blood, and throw big B's
Hit the block and blow the curb up, Youngboy MJ, I got on six rings
Six headshots for the coroners, tell 'em that we ain't use no beam
(EarDrummers)
(Mike WiLL Made-It)
(That money go for Myles)
😍😍
😩😩🤚🏽.
Pass me u ig🔥
Lit🔥💘
🥶🚀😭🔥
Hope i blow