Y&R (feat. L5)

We ain't save no hoes, after I hit you gon' go
But I love a bitch that get a drop, wherever I go
We bringin' them sticks in the show, if the feds watchin', these pop
Wide-body Hellcat, lock up behind this bitch, I'ma push it, boy, I ain't gon' stop

Said a nigga, where hell at? No, you can't get in this car if you ain't never hit up top
They know I'm a swine, support him, bitch, I had a Glock
Sixteen, nigga, ass got spanked, saw my dad doin' time
The rest of us shootin' up slimes from 2017 at his face

Nigga, back up to your brother, ain't nobody even died
Why the fuck niggas speakin' on Haley, the fuck niggas think?
Bring that whip for the bass, tryna link up a tray for a drink
Bro, you drive that dead-ass nigga, so they mention bullets, put him in a hearse

I'm tryin' to decide if I'm frontin' life, that Jizzle
But bro smokin' him out a squirt
If this nigga was wise, he wouldn't even reach for that pistol
So I'ma light this bitch up like a flirt

Lil' bro got a nine, like Mastaff on the line
I'ma blow some, boy, don't need to stir
And fuck niggas dissin', we gon' hop out on these dots
Three hundred, I'll drop on these blocks

We gon' hop out, better kill all them niggas, and kill that bitch too
She gon' talk to the cops, if had them one of them gon walk
Man, it's all that nigga, keep thankin'
He gained that fuck nigga like no sauce

I'ma pop out with five hundred and hold this shit
That thang and I fuck with Ross
They say I'm five trip, I got a G-19 with a bun on the back
I'll pull up and leave this shit to me

I fuck with a G, bangin' on B, but I ain't gon' count
My dad be creepin', I'm on the bus, but I'm in the fire
With thirty bitches, I'm still tip, I'm still tip
They tellin' me slow shit down
I saw it five they turning for treffs, you spit on quay

You get put in the ground
The law will pull up, suck me up, kick out, this not no lounge
I have a young nigga, they'll come, bleach your shit
308, bitch, get on the ground

He lyin', my nigga don't wanna be out
See I earned this shit, we stay in my sound
I'm tryna decide if I'm from the life that Jizzle
But bro smoking him out of squirt

If this nigga was wise, he wouldn't even reach for that pistol
So I'ma light this bitch, I like a flirt
Lil' bro got a nine, like Mastaff, but on the line
I'ma blow some, but don't even start

Bro, you drive that dead-ass nigga, so they mention bullets, put him in a hearse
I'm tryna decide if I'm from the life that Jizzle
But bro smoking him out of squirt

If this nigga was wise, he wouldn't even reach for that pistol
So I'ma light this bitch, I like a flirt
Lil' bro got a nine, like Mastaff, but on the line
I'ma blow some, but don't even start