No Intro (feat. YLB Moon & YLB Rone)

Young nigga never needed no intro
Pull up let it blow like a C4
If they ah witness then we killing innocent people
Yo bitch bouncing like she in ah impala 64
Put ah tag on his head now he dead
He shouldn't never, ever talk to the feds
Chop of his top, we gone cut his dreads
How he ten toes down but don't have legs
I remeber I was up in the kitchen
Young nigga I was whippin' and whippin'
Momma thought I was cleaning up the dishes
But little do she know I was whippin' the chicken
Im in ah audi coupe, yeah its a drop top
The way she giving brain, give her ah five star
Im sippin' lean nigga, yeah this wockhardt
Never had ah job, never pushed ah cart
Put on the stunna shades, now I can see in the dark
223 bullets you can run I hit you from far
I got the gas on me nigga no I ain't fart
Pull up in valet told them niggas put it in park
Try to run in the church nigga thought he was smart
Imma hit my target with the glock just like ah dart
Young nigga used to go to Cleveland School of Arts
And im still painting shit I ain't talkin' bout art
Please don't touch me bitch you is filthy
Bitches keep textin' my phone, Do you miss me
Pull out the Drac (Drake) and I ain't talkin' Drizzy
Keep spinnin yo block until I get dizzy
Im tired of yall broke niggas, yall niggas kill me
He say he gone pull up, well you better kill me
To ride my wave need more than ah silky
Im Loaf Boy Mil, bitches call me Mily

Loaf Boy Moon, but yo bitch call me Moony
Give that head, I don't won't yo coochie
Since I was four I been had the hoes, I never gave ah fuck about cooties
Told my new bitch to be careful, cause baby easily you can lose me
Young nigga always been ah bad ass way before I knew about Boosie
Lil shawty told me that you was in the house, so fuck it I got some head in the car
And she thought I was finna cuff her, shit I played her like ah guitar
Young nigga skinny, yeah I know but my pockets on extra large
Let ah nigga try to rob me (Huh) imma smoke his ass like ah cigar
And I got aim, hit his ass from ah far
If he survive it's gone leave ah scar
So many clips in his whip, I could've been ah movie star
Yo bitch ride it like ah pro, and I ain't even got no handle bars
You want some bag, I got some grams stuffed in ah cookie jar
Yo nigga ah ham serving fake lean, yeah he got finnessed
Bitch I want it all, young nigga can't settle for less
She touchin' my balls, so I put my hand in her dress
Took her ass back to the crib and had her legs shakin' like she got tourettes (Uh)
Hit from the back, turn around bitch let me nut on yo breast
And soon as im done, bitch gotta leave huh, next
I can't fall in love with ah bitch, do I look like Keith Sweat
Grand slam in that pussy, should've played for the New York Mets

I be ballin' like I could ah played for the Brooklyn Nets
I was beatin' up the pussy so the ref gave me a tech
Lil bitch do not call my phone, I am trynna' get a check
I don't want yo hoe lil nigga, I just played her like it's chess
Bitch I rock balenciaga, why yo broke ass rockin' guess
I been runnin' to the money ah young nigga broke ah sweat
I told that lil hoe don't get undressed cause I only want the neck
Niggas talk up on the net but be scared to send you they address
My neck was hurtin', so I had to go put some ice on my neck
Im getting tired of the glock so im bout to go cop a tech
I only want the neck lil baby, nothing more or nothing less
Imma young loaf boy and niggas know that we up next