Bars lyrics

[Intro: Big Moochie Grape]
(JohnnyTurnItUp)
Smoking Pluto and sh*t, n*gga, you know what I'm sayin'? (I feel like I'm loud right now)
I feel like I'm up there, for real (You know what I'm sayin'?)
Ha, yeah (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Big Moochie Grape]
This young n*gga dangerous (Dangerous)
b*tch wanna f*ck 'cause she know that Big Moochie Grape famous (Yeah)
I'm still the same n*gga, can't nothing ever change me (Uh-uh)
All the real n*ggas gone, I'm the last one remaining (Last one)
Beast mode, b*tch, and can't no n*gga tame us (Beast mode)
Broke-ass n*gga, go get you some money (Broke-ass)
Up in East Haiti we slangin' and bangin' (East Haiti)
Chasing that bag 'cause a young n*gga anxious (Yes, sir)
Welcome to murder school, I do the training (Yes, sir)
Got me some racks, now I'm acting an anus (Woo)
White and rose gold, I ain't rocking no stainless (White and rose)
Young n*gga with me, he'll leave your ass brainless (Frrt)
Caught me a hundred, feel like I'm Will Chambers (Will Chambers)
Real street n*gga, just doing the tamest (Street n*gga)
Shots out the K, got a lil' n*gga flamin' (Grrt, fah)
All the real n*ggas gone, I'm the last one remaining
Since I've been in this sh*t, ran through a million dollars (Yeah)
Really been poppin' my sh*t, you can tell that I'm lit (Lit) and I ain't even got me a million followers (Uh-uh)
Ever since I was a jit, I've been with the sh*t, you can tell that a young n*gga been a problem (He been a problem)
I went and got on my sh*t and I went and got rich, lil' n*gga, lil' baby, I'm not a scholar, yeah (Yeah)
Ballin' up in L.A., championship ring on like I'm Rick Fox (Rick Fox)
Got on like three fifty up in jewels, b*tch, I got big rocks (Yes, sir)
Gave my lil' n*gga 'bout twenty K (Grrah), I bet he get dropped (Grrah, grrah)
And f*ck your plug, I'm f*cking with some n*ggas who got big crops (Big crops)
[Interlude: Rio Da Yung OG]
(Ooh, SAV killed it)
What up, SAV?
Ghetto Boyz sh*t, n*gga
Mm

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
I got no love for a fake n*gga
I got four guns on my waist, n*gga
Took a cap full of Activist, it taste different
Dumb as f*ck, ridin' with a gun and got a case pending
Just sold a pound of Runtz with a Q, he'll shake in it
How the f*ck is he the young OG? My face different
Before I buy a cake, I tell my fiend smash his face in it
Before I buy an eight, I sip it raw, that's taste testing
Switch on the Glock (Grrt), that's eight seconds
My b*tch on the clock, mad as f*ck 'cause I ain't text her
Bruh, I swear to God the drank clean, I ain't stressin'
Could've been signed a major record deal, but I ain't press it
Who you know made two-hundred by they self, n*gga?
Who you know buy Louis shoes without the belt, n*gga?
I done tried this sh*t too many times, I can't help n*ggas
How the f*ck them n*ggas looking for me? I'm on Welch with it
I'm f*cked up might buy a Glock and get the flicking at myself with it
Might buy a red camera to take pictures of myself with it
Still amaze me, I be havin' to listen to myself trippin'
When a b*tch took her pants off, I kind of smelled Trist'
I'm by myself, I might buy a two liter and pour a twelve in it
I got a real plug, if you buy enough, he throw in a scale with it
If you see me with my double cup, don't bother me
What the f*ck is a Hellcat? It's just a car to me
Ran up a lot of green sh*t selling collard greens
FN57, green tips, it's hard to breathe
Was finna walk out on the drink, but it be hard to leave
Rude as hell, just walked past a b*tch, ain't say, "Pardon me"
Baby, I can't put the lean down, it's a part of me
Don't get too deep in that water, my sharks'll eat
Numb as hell, I ain't got no feelings, my heart don't beat
AK, it'll make your car stop, don't start with me
[Outro: Big Moochie Grape]
Yes, sir
Yes, sir