R.I.P YUNG BOOTY lyrics

[Verse 1: Yung Booty]
Hoppin in my Benz yeah that's foreign
You a lame if you not in the club
b*tch we rollin smokin good with my bros
Got an uzi in my lap, I let it blow
If you talking bad about my homies, then yo dome explodes
Took you out, throw you down, stomp yo face into the ground
You a b*tch and a snitch if I see you, you get hit
Let this chopper hit yo guts you gon get f*cked up
Damn that feel good girl, lick on my nuts (ha, ha)
Bands in my wallet, automatic in my pocket
If you tweak then I pull the stick your head is now a faucet
All this ice up on my wrist cost me forty-five racks
Fifty-five bullets to yo face I leave no scraps
Snakes on my jeans, double cup we sip lean
VVS up on my teeth, god damn I look clean

[Interlude: 44 Bird]
You dig?
We baked as f*ck
I just domеd my f*ckin cart
Wack, wack, wack

[Verse 2: 44 Bird, Yung Booty]
I pull up and f*ck your b*tch
I pull up and cut my wrist
Popstar Lil Bird, young and rich
Bird and Booty just cuff your b*tch
420 (skrt, skrt) that's the time!
f*ck yo b*tch, make hеr cry
I pull up with that nine (what?)
f*ck with me, you'll f*ckin die
Uzi in my lap, yuh let it bang
Pull up with my main, posted with the gang
We insane on cocaine, yeah we poppin veins
Catch a stain new terrain, smoking propane
I think I destroy my brain (yeah), in the fast lane
Livin life I can't maintain
[Outro: 44 Bird]
I can't live no more
I can't feel my body
I can't feel my body
I popped two bottle