Yung n*gga sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
2wo2imes couldn't give a damn

[Verse 1]
Young n*gga strapped and came off up a 26
Young n*gga hit the lick and take his sh*t
Skrrt off with a beamer, n*gga, this sh*t sick
I could teach you the EBG pistol whip
Young n*gga mask the f*ck up and get rich
If we caught yo' ass lackin', cross you off that list, huh
Young n*gga got a Glock, might put a di*k on it
Young n*gga got the stock, then put the kick on it
Young n*gga thugger thugger just like Rich Homie
Young n*gga havin' stain more than yo' big homie
Young n*gga fit to come and put that blitz on you
Young n*gga double down without the stick on me
BabyLife, doubled up, I keep a blick on me
Huh, huh, lil' Glokk40, I'm lonely
Mask the f*ck up, hit that lick by my lonely
Chopper like put the red dot, pepperoni
Double di*k in the backseat 'cause shе horny
Young n*gga thuggin', I snuck out the house in the morning, huh
'Causе, b*tch, I got sh*t to do
You put the pus*y on me, can't be mad at you
Had to let you go, I'm glad that you doin' you, huh
Talk on the 'Net like he muhf*ckin' bulletproof, huh
They know that Glokk40 the truth
Take the mask off, so I smile when I shoot
Pull the racks out, now she callin' me cute
She wanna f*ck the gang, but baby, I'm loose screws
Tell her, "You're hanging with some real goons"
If I hit the pus*y, baby, this new to you
Hangin' with a thug, n*gga, you knew
You knew not to come over here playin' gangster
You knew not to f*ck with 'em, we got them bangers
Young n*gga posted with real gangbangers
Young n*gga chop yo' sh*t off, you can't tame us
We ain't had sh*t, how the f*ck you gon' blame us?
Huh, yeah, R.I.P. TK, I love my brother
Man, there was some snakes right inside the covers
Long live Jay, that sh*t hit like a muhf*cker
He was like a big brother or somethin'
Miss you so much, I still talk to yo' mother
Lil' Kai had to crack a n*gga like he thunder
Did I hit the pus*y n*gga? Man, I wonder, hm
P.O.G., double glizzy, this the Glokk life
Can't come to the tiger hut without yo' stripes
Young n*gga, young n*gga
I got that yop' stick, do not run, n*gga
I got that fifty on me, do not run, n*gga
Shootouts what the Draco fun, n*gga
The b*tch'll beat yo' ass, ya done, n*gga, huh, yeah, huh
Free Hkunxhko the muhf*ckin' ghetto way
Free all my n*ggas in the slammer, Chain Gang gone, n*gga
[Verse 2]
You come to the city, you might get took off
That f*ck n*gga snitchin', we gon' knock him off
When you livin' this life, you know what it cost
I only f*ck bad b*tches, be with boss
Just know if we pull up, you lost
The young n*gga takin' chances
Know that we let the stick go dancin'
He got in a shootout, n*gga, gun-jammin'
Young n*gga thuggin' with some real phantoms
These muhf*ckin' bullets hit you through the flannel
Put you on the news, yo' momma change the channel