Intro Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
n*gga know what up with me, like real talk, no pump fakin' n*gga
It's all facts on this b*tch believe that
MikeMadeThe808s
See this that real Head Young'N In Charge sh*t, you hear me
If you ain't' feel me before you gon' feel me on this b*tch
Like this though

[Verse 1]
I'm the head youngin in charge b*tch, you better ask somebody
I was the first one came through stuntin', swervin' in that Audi
A n*gga said I ain't got no money, I just started smilin'
I guess he mad this water on me and his diamonds cloudy
By the way, free Lil Chopper out that pen b*tch
She really like to step, think a n*gga from the B with it
I tell her go and get you, she gon' put your ass to sleep quick
Hold on, now let me run about this G sh*t
No pump fakin', all my brothers steppers
The trap like a junk yard, that b*tch full of metal
We got Glocks, K's, AR's, TEC's, and Berettas
Advise you don't f*ck with the boys 'less you want that pressure, yeah
Just let you know, I am not a fighter
Everywhere Lil Famous go you know I got the rifle
Ain't got no time to throw a blow, no I don't want to fight you
You say it's up, then b*tch it's goin' down like an Eiffel
And nine times out of ten you gon' need a diaper
And this sh*t here will never end, it's a revolving cycle
They shot my kid out on the vids, there was no survival
We ain't gon' stop spinnin' the Benz until your life retired
In other words, pus*y b*tch it's over with
Catch you slippin', hop out, handle it on that soldier sh*t
n*gga swing, it ain't no missing, bet I get it over quick
Give 'em two straight to the feet and leave his head smokin' b*tch
I'm a lil gangster, b*tch I keep one in the chamber for real
Clip like a hanger, you in danger when I up with the steel
I keep my banger 'cause it's dangerous when you roam in that field
Yeah I be anxious, I'ma stank you, run up on me, get drilled
I might just catch you in traffic, send them shots through your car door
b*tch I can make it happen, I got racks like Wells Fargo
Way back when I was trappin', kept a ratchet in my cargos
Shooters pull up, let you have it, and skrrt off up in a Tahoe
[Interlude]
Like what up, yeah
n*ggas know what up with me, n*ggas know what up whit that two times FG sh*t n*gga
Believe that, yeah
I'm steppin' on sh*t, it's my year, f*ck all that
I think they finally realized why I'm in the head youngin in charge, you hear me
Free all my brothers out that pen, you know, RIP Fetty, but look

[Verse 2]
They be like Famous where you been at?
sh*t, I been in the trenches n*gga
Twenty-four seven on my grind, I gotta get it n*gga
They tried to leave the boy behind but now I'm winnin' n*gga
And can't nobody stop my shine, you can forget it n*gga
All of the sudden I came up, now they wasn't riding with me
I be like b*tch where you was at when I was rockin' pennies?
Ran out of dope so I was sellin' soap just to get through the day
Ain't have no hope 'cause I was broke, my auntie told me pray
I had to start off with a nickel just to get a dollar
And then our pockets get bigger, hoes want to holler
I can't f*ck with a gold digger, make her suck and swallow
The head good, I just might hit her then forget about her
Back to the business, I'm the sickest with this rap sh*t
This trap sh*t, this get a n*gga clapped sh*t, you heard me?
Bring out my n*gga BT, that's a wrap b*tch, we purging
Tell Pat to get the MAC, I got the rental, now we swervin'