List - SOB X RBE

Yay, yay, yay, yay… yay

Yay, yay, yay, yay

Aye, aye, aye, aye

She only want a nigga 'cause I’m on ('Cause I’m on)

I been clutchin' on this plastic, on this chrome (On this chrome)

Only take one call to get him goin'

Young nigga had to learn to make decisions on my own (On my own)

Now, it ain’t shit, spent plenty on my 'fit

Got a Gleezy on my hip, hold fifty in its clip

S550, five-fifty on my bitch

Did everything I want, I had to rearrange that list

Aye, had to rearrange that list

Bad mouth since a kid, all I do is talk shit

I remember I was broke, now a young nigga rich

Now a young nigga have it, used to never have shit

Young nigga never had shit

Now a bag on my wrist and a bag on my bitch

Cooks in the whip, yeah that’s tack' in the whip

Nieman’s in the summer, that’s a bag on my bitch

Twitter talkin' on the net, nigga we gon' miss that

Young wild nigga, I’ll pull up where yo' crib at

You the type of nigga that’ll beg to get your bitch back

So you the type of nigga that’ll pay to get your shit back

Cooks in the whip, back to back, I be cloudy

Fours after fours, pourin' up, I be drowsy

Loaf after loaf, OMG I be countin'

Good D' make her smile, back wit' you now she frownin'

Now, it ain’t shit, spent plenty on my 'fit

Got a Gleezy on my hip, hold fifty in its clip

S550, five-fifty on my bitch

Did everything I want, I had to rearrange that list

Aye, had to rearrange that list

Bad mouth since a kid, all I do is talk shit

I remember I was broke, now a young nigga rich

Now a young nigga have it, used to never have shit

Bitch we dipped up the neck (To the neck)

50 in that clip, 50 shots out that TEC (Boom, boom)

Used to hop on the bus, now I hop on the jet (G5)

Switchin' states for that check, young nigga from the Crest

Thirty bands on my wrist, thirty slugs in this clip

Never pay for the pussy, I’m a P, not a trick (Never)

Bought the whole fuckin' mall, had to take two trips (Two trips)

Up the pole on a opp, left 'em froze like a glitch (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

Tats on my face, big Glock on my waist (Big .40)

Bands saved for the lawyer, if I ever catch a case (Nigga)

Benz coup 4matic, every time I lane change (Skrrt, skrrt)

Get the check, fuck fame, SOB gang gang, bitch!

Now, it ain’t shit, spent plenty on my 'fit

Got a Gleezy on my hip, hold fifty in it’s clip

S550, five-fifty on my bitch

Did everything I want, I had to rearrange that list

Aye, had to rearrange that list

Bad mouth since a kid, all I do is talk shit

I remember I was broke, now a young nigga rich

Now a young nigga have it, used to never have shit