Send em home lyrics

[Outro]
That young n*gga thuggin Im tryna get some money
When I got my first dub I spent it on─
That young n*gga thuggin Im tryna get some money
When I got my first dub I spent it on─
That young n*gga thuggin Im tryna get some money
When I got my first dub I spent it on drugs
Young n*gga jumped off the porch, the block showed me love
(I-I-Its DJ GREN8DE)
Yo dirty revolver don't s─

[Chorus]
That young n*gga thuggin Im tryna get some money
When I got my first dub I spent it on drugs (I love DJ GREN8DE)
Young n*gga jumped off the porch, the block showed me love
Yo dirty revolver don't shoot like no judge
If you cry that yo partna you knew what it was
You can't come round this way b*tch we know you a dub, huh
That young n*gga got his stick up in the club, huh
That young n*gga hit the lick up, he the one
The lick try to take us off we chop his tongue
The 7.62 it hit em know it stung
Gelato in the wood it f*ck up my lungs (lungs)
Huh, them n*gga wanna hang out with us they got hung
This babylife sh*t that I live ain't no fun
Ran up with the AK, he died by the .38
Ain't spending my money on no b*tch ain't no cheapskate
Run down then slide this sh*t feel like Pre-K, huh
That f*ck n*gga hiding but I know where his b*tch stay, huh
Young n*gga strap the f*ck up and go play
You think about takin sum from me no way
Ima f*ck other b*tches don't care what she say
You know I got that drop onna opp put the Glock to his damn face
We kill all the witnesses, and leave no damn trace
f*ck n*gga lackin got hit with that deuce tre
Hoe talkin sh*t man this sh*t can go both ways
Get the f*ck out the trap house don't do gram plays, huh
Them babylife n*ggas don't play, we do different sh*t I can't f*ck with no basic b*tch, huh
The fire all black and I ain't even on no racist sh*t
And flex what you got swear to god and we takin it
Do not run off cause this clip from the 80's b*tch
Not from my block, Lil n*gga don't play with it
n*ggas got shot cause they play like they dangerous
Can't f*ck with that baby-ah n*gga he shady
These .223 bullets they bitin' like rabies (Rabies)
[Interlude]
Gang sh*t, n*gga (BabyLife sh*t, n*gga)
You know the real OSO
Putting ya ass down, n*gga, thuggin'
Yall n*ggas pus*y, yeen talm Glocks yeen talm bout nun'
Im tellin you (Gang, hrrtl, b*tch)
Hrrtl, gang (Yeah, gang)

[Verse 2]
Lil young n*gga gotta get the pack off
I tear that sh*t off you n*ggas randy moss
That young n*gga shoot for me like I'm the boss
You don't got no guap n*gga this sh*t cost
We left that boy chopped, his body got flipped them folks called the cops
We hit the backdoor we don't f*ck with the laws
Them boys ready to pop you, do not double cross
We ready to mop a n*gga with that sawed off
Yall n*ggas scared of the beef y'all gon' call it off
Errbody got a scrap hell nah we ain scared of y'all
He barkin no bite go chew on that dog bone, tell on the gang we gon' send yo ass home
He wanna be solid gang n*gga get on
Banana clip on the stick, n*gga King Kong
He poppin' his sh*t for the gram put em on, Instagram live beat his ass send em home
Strip his ass naked he wanna go home

[Outro]
Send em home (Huh?, b*tch)
Send that Lil baby-ah n*gga home
Send his ass home, send his ass home, hm