Young Nigga Shit - Baby Lane Remix

When i pull up to the function all my people getting lit
Aint no counterfeits
This that Young Nigga Shit
Never trippen boutta hoe can't be trippen boutta bitch
Loose lips sink ships on my momma I can't snitch
On my momma i can't snitch and on my momma i can't switch
Never have and never will that shit is law you lil bitch
Whole team doing numbers finna make a wave and shit
We gon keep on Taking Off and we ain't stopping till we rich

And im on some cool shit with this groovy lil beat
Like who tf really in this bitch can compete
I'm a fuckin athlete run shit like a track meet
And we got the best bowls going 23 a peice
I gotta get this money every day that im alive
TakeOff Stevo i can't die i gotta bless all of the people in my circle helped me strive
I gotta do this shit just for the guys
TIP to Mac Chapa and my nigga Rod
Yea you can see it in my eyes i been knowing that i'm chosen
Since a lil boy i been hustlin boy you notice
And iant ever gon stop even when my neck on frozen
All these niggas want my spot so i keep a shooter with a glock
Thats what we toatin, We havin motion
Fucking gorillas in this jungle killer whales up in this ocean
Yea this that young nigga shit
Young nigga world up in this bitch
And this TakeOff shit 4L everybody sacrificed they life fa this

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When i pull up to the function all my people getting lit
Aint no counterfeits
This that Young Nigga Shit
Never trippen boutta hoe can't be trippen boutta bitch
Loose lips sink ships on my momma I can't snitch
On my momma i can't snitch and on my momma i can't switch
Never have and never will that shit is law you lil bitch
Whole team doing numbers finna make a wave and shit
We gon keep on Taking Off and we ain't stopping till we rich

We aint stoppin till we rich
We aint stoppin till we rich nigga
Look
We ain't stoppin till we rich
Pussy nigga wan talk behind my back but we ain't trip
Nigga never this that young nigga shit like we do everything together
Glock come with a grip but the extended clip was extra
And niggas in the system they fell in them peoples set up
Turn my own niggas against me it was successful
Ten toes down in the sand we feel the pressure
Can't be trippen boutta bitch and all the guys know i can't snitch
All your problems don't exist with all them followers and shit
Young nigga i can pick apart your problems with a stick
Neck arm neck leg neck arm in this bitch
Young bulls on call they in the barn with the shits
When i pull up to the function all my people getting lit
Aint no counterfeits
This that Young Nigga Shit
Never trippen boutta hoe can't be trippen boutta bitch
Loose lips sink ships on my momma I can't snitch
On my momma i can't snitch and on my momma i can't switch
Never have and never will that shit is law you lil bitch
Whole team doing numbers finna make a wave and shit
We gon keep on Taking Off and we ain't stopping till we rich
Free Melly
Free Smoke TakeOff till the world blows
Stop fucking playin with me bitchass nigga
You know how this shit go
Free Melly



Credits
Writer(s): Stevo Baby Lane
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