Years Later (feat. Bakatown Youngin')

Bet you never expected this shit
Bet you never expected this shit
Nah

Busy get up and go get it
Making moves hope police keep they distance
Skirt in a coupe getting off of these pigeons
Brand new AR I can shoot from a distance
If I die I will die with this pistol
So hot that the opps just cannot keep they distance
So you can get F'ed up best sit the F down
I fell in love with this Fendi bitch
Trap house blood I fell in love with the kitchen
And I cannot fuck with these niggas
I hustle hard and go get it
I'm on the block with this bitch in my hand
You know I ain't arguing with him
If he acting like he opposition
We lay in his grass till his mama go missing

Late night late night
I'm on his block is a late night
Whale on his ass great white
I take him out date night
That chopper do make-overs
I use his blood for the make-up bet I get his face right
Speaking off choppers free my nigga Thump
I heard that he just got his case right
Got a whole lot of clips like a movie
Pull it out you best know what you doing
See I set it off like it off like I'm Boosie
See they call me O.G. like I'm Boosie
Till I die nigga I'm six six ducing
Bitch you better respect my piru'n
You hold guns but you never be shooting
To me and the gang you just look like pollution
You know we get the work and we move it
I don't fuck with oh boy he be ducing
I might fuck on his bitch she a groupie
You know is Y.B.A.S. if she choosing
If oh boy get to tripping trigger finger itching
I will pull it out and go stupid
Blood this shit is deeper then music
No fuck that I will run him down in these Pumas
Fuck that these niggas is never ruling
Even though I'm booling I always get weight off
We sending shots through your eyes
You belong to the blind
Now they calling you Ray Charles
Remona I don't take a day off
Ball hard like I'm in the Play-offs
Hit the block if this rapping don't pay off
Bitch I'm taking shots like I'm JR

Busy get up and go get it
Making moves hope police keep they distance
Skirt in a coupe getting off of these pigeons
Brand new AR I can shoot from a distance
If I die I will die with this pistol
So hot that the opps just cannot keep they distance
So you can get F'ed up best sit the F down
I fell in love with this Fendi bitch
Trap house blood I fell in love with the kitchen
And I cannot fuck with these niggas
I hustle hard and go get
I'm on the block with this bitch in my hand
You know I ain't arguing with him
If he acting like he opposition
We lay in his grass till his mama go missing

Late night late night
I'm pulling up on ta late night
And I just bought this Glock hope it spray right
If I kill an opp it's a great night
Man down man down
I shoot this bitch it's a man down
Is not a game I ain't playing round
You can get hit if you stand round
Pull up on you bitch
If she not trying to give me the pussy I swear I will pull off
And you know I got bro with me
One of her brothers come tripping we knocking his hood off
Why these niggas be claiming they lit
Talking shit bout some shit that they never could pull off
And I only speak fact every time that i rap
Ask them bout all the niggas i put on
Trayvon Martin with the hood on
See this jewelry get shot if you pull on
I'm in the hood where I belong
Bitch I'm a dog with this bull on
Everything that I say bitch I stood on
Why these niggas looking for a way out
And you know I come through with my brothers
Niggaz hide inside with they bitches when they out
I swear I be the nigga they pray bout
Shoot you in your back on the way out
Kick you out of the trap better stay out
I'm trying to see how this will play out
Cause I don't wan' talk unless it's bout some bands
Don't talk smart unless you got some hands
She don't wan' fuck unless I got some bands
I don't wan' fuck unless you got some ass

Busy get up and go get it
Making moves hope police keep they distance
Skirt in a coupe getting off of these pigeons
Brand new AR I can shoot from a distance
If I die I will die with this pistol
So hot that the opps just cannot keep they distance
So you can get F'ed up best sit the F down
I fell in love with this Fendi bitch
Trap house blood I fell in love with the kitchen
And I cannot fuck with these niggas
I hustle hard and go get
I'm on the block with this bitch in my hand
You know I ain't arguing with him
If he acting like he opposition
We lay in his grass till his mama go missing



Credits
Writer(s): Jessie Reed
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