Lyrics: Junius Rogers/Symere Woods/Jeremy Schafer
Music: Junius Rogers/Symere Woods/Jeremy Schafer
Yung Germ
Yeah, I get paid throwing back a hand grenade (Okay)
I was on the run, moving packs right on the way, yeah
And just a reminder, hatin' shit wonโt get you paid, yeah
Y'all niggas should focus on getting your ****ing raise (At McDonald's, b***h)
Why the **** you niggas even talk to me? (Okay)
Them doggies bark at me (Okay), but never bite at me (Okay)
I got a sniffin' for the witness who locked eyes with me (Okay)
I got the time to D, I got the fire on me, yeah
Cruisin' in the whip, I got the stick, I'm booted up (Okay)
Hoes up in the house and all they asses tooted up (Huh?)
Cruisin' through your block and all I see is ****in' dust (Huh?)
Where do y'all reside? (Okay) Why ain't yโall outside?
Get biggy, biggy, biggy, biggy blood bags (Ha-ha)
Like really, really, really, really badass (Ha-ha)
Get biggy, biggy, biggy, biggy blood bags (Ha-ha)
Like really, really, really, really badass (Okay)
Yeah, okay, I donโt ever miss (Okay)
How the **** a comment make you delete your whole shit? Yeah
Yeah, okay, maybe you a b***h (Okay)
How the **** you let my homie bust your ****in' lip? Yeah
I thought that yโall niggas had the chops (Okay)
Why you gettin' beat up and you yellin' ****in' "Stop" (Huh?), okay
I thought that yโall niggas had the poles (What?)
Why the **** we smokin' on your homie? Freddy Ghost (Yeah, okay)
Cruisin' in the whip, I got the stick, I'm booted up (Okay)
Hoes up in the house and all they asses tooted up (Huh?)
Cruisin' through your block and all I see is ****in' dust (Huh?)
Where do y'all reside? (Okay) Why ain't y'all outside?
Get biggy, biggy, biggy, biggy blood bags (Ha-ha)
Like really, really, really, really badass (Ha-ha)
Get biggy, biggy, biggy, biggy blood bags (Ha-ha)
Like really, really, really, really badass (Okay)
Woah, like I'm really, really badass (Lil Uzi)
B***h, don't look at me if you ain't got a fat ass (Ayy)
Yeah, Lil Uzi got a big bag (Yeah)
If I pop it, then you'll probably get your stick back (Yeah, woah, woah)
B***h, I'm geeked up in some mansion like a kick back (Woah, woah)
If I leave my drink down, they gon' try to slip that (Yeah, yeah)
Uh, put my .40 on my hip, lap (Ayy)
I'm like Manson with this Marilyn, I'm like Nickelback ('Back, yeah)
Let me get your b***h, I'ma scratch it (Ayy)
Can't relax, I'm off a batch, you know you cannot match (Yeah)
Geeked up off them Xanny bars and a couple flats
Go on a hit with toolie, Uzis, and a couple MACs (Grr, yeah)
Cruisin' in the whip, I got the stick, I'm booted up (Okay)
Hoes up in the house and all they asses tooted up (Huh?)
Cruisin' through your block and all I see is ****in' dust (Huh?)
Where do y'all reside? (Okay) Why ain't y'all outside?
Get biggy, biggy, biggy, biggy blood bags (Ha-ha)
Like really, really, really, really badass (Ha-ha)
Get biggy, biggy, biggy, biggy blood bags (Ha-ha)
Like really, really, really, really badass (Okay)