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[Intro: YNW Juvy]
Yeah
I got my n*gga Bobi in this sh*t
Young n*gga world, young n*gga way

[Chorus: YNW Juvy]
Got it out the streets I got it on my f*cking own
I'm thugging to the G, I'm a thug to the bone
I was raised in these streets I had to get it out the mud
I ain't never had sh*t, I remember I was selling dug
Popped the bottles in the club, man this sh*t feel like a dream
I remember masked up, man I was pulling schemes
Got a .40 with a di*k, plus that b*tch had got a beam
Got a choppa with a scope, plus that b*tch gon' let me squeeze
Yeah, that b*tch gon' let me squeeze, ay
Don't make me pop at your beam, ay
Don't make me pop at your head boy
I swear to God that you're dead boy
I really want that bread boy, I really what that cheese boy
I'm really going ham for this, I'm really going ham for this

[Verse 1: YNW Juvy]
I don't really give a f*ck, no, I don't really give a damn, ay
Taxing like [?] ay, yeah I'm really doing this sh*t, ay
I'm really living the sh*t that I say, I'm really doing the sh*t I say
I'm really living the sh*t that I do
I'm speaking everything that is the truth, baby girl you spool
Still do me like do, faint on me like shoot
[Chorus: YNW Juvy]
Got it out the streets I got it on my f*cking own
I'm thugging to the G, I'm a thug to the bone
I was raised in these streets I had to get it out the mud
I ain't never had sh*t, I remember I was selling dug
Popped the bottles in the club, man this sh*t feel like a dream
I remember masked up, man I was pulling schemes
Got a .40 with a di*k, plus that b*tch had got a beam
Got a choppa with a scope, plus that b*tch gon' let me squeeze
Yeah, that b*tch gon' let me squeeze, ay
Don't make me pop at your beam, ay
Don't make me pop at your head boy
I swear to God that you're dead boy
I really want that bread boy, I really what that cheese boy
I'm really going ham for this, I'm really going ham for this

[Verse 2: YNW Bobi]
I'ma spazz on the scene, I'm run with this gleam (Uh huh)
I'ma run with the glizzy, I'ma hit him with the scene (Yeah)
I'ma disappear, I ain't say a thing
They want me locked up, in the dead end gate
How you going down? How you going for that sh*t
Nah I ain't gon' tell that sh*t
[?]
I really go hard, I'm real, I'ma slide with the glizzy, I'm fina be dizzy
I'ma go hard, I'ma ride for the real
I won't be able to stand, man I'm with the real
We ran in the field, we were rannin' with that stick
We really had killed, we really had killed
These n*ggas they for real
[Chorus: YNW Juvy]
Got it out the streets I got it on my f*cking own
I'm thugging to the G, I'm a thug to the bone
I was raised in these streets I had to get it out the mud
I ain't never had sh*t, I remember I was selling dug
Popped the bottles in the club, man this sh*t feel like a dream
I remember masked up, man I was pulling schemes
Got a .40 with a di*k, plus that b*tch had got a beam
Got a choppa with a scope, plus that b*tch gon' let me squeeze
Yeah, that b*tch gon' let me squeeze, ay
Don't make me pop at your beam, ay
Don't make me pop at your head boy
I swear to God that you're dead boy
I really want that bread boy, I really what that cheese boy
I'm really going ham for this, I'm really going ham for this