Lyrics Well I'm fresh up outta jail wit no job so I steal and rob creepin through them parks and runnin them bitches up off them boulevards this that type of shit that'll make you quick to get yo ass in (well what you want playa what you want) bitch them muthafuckin dividends I'm that nigga to envy wit that damn devil in me Koopsta's buckin these bitches down leavin they muthafuckin pockets empty that's what I did and now I got a fuckin bloody glock from makin these niggas lay drop yourself takin these bitches off to my stash spot and when I step damn fool betta watch yaself 'cause walkin wit that Koopsta Knicca's bad for your fuckin health ho I would rather make a stang than be a lame burglar and if I do ya it's a murder murder murder murder inside the mind of a muthafuckin lunatic leavin bitches headless it's pathetic to try to fuck wit this that's why I make these hits and call this shit a nigga knock (3 gunshots) bitch don't let this be a stash spot I buck em drug em fuck em I don't love em dump em smokin put him, put him in a ho spot take me downtown to my stash spot (x4) 5-0s on my dick now tell me bitch what am I supposed to do some trick must have snitched about that Koopsta Knicca robbin fools I never break a sweat in the presence of a mutha-fuckin redneck a high speed chase is in effect wrap a scarf around my dead dress stolen Chevy ballin in wit the fo fifty in this muthafuckin bitch plus I'm layin down niggas 5-0 bitches cannot fuck wit this turned the corner thinkin I'm gonna lay these tricks in a body bag and could this be the end of the Koopsta Knicca in a ski mask ask me if I'm Dracula I'll tell ya time I'm fucked up victims of my fuckin stang got a trunk filled wit the mega bust Elas on my fuckin side scond paranoid and shit so I just put an end to that... scary bitch cockpiles at his side plus I'm ruthless by my damn self plus hangin wit the Koopsta Knicca's bad for your fuckin health gettin up outta my haul killa stealin this is pimp shit really about my bizness trick droppin niggas off in my stash spot

Lyrics I got Hitman on the beat AKel (Yes, sir) YoungBoy came back like they left him for dead (Uh, uh, uh, uh) Coolin', rollin', I told shawty, "Give me head" (Uh, uh, uh, uh) (Yeah, YoungBoy is just rollin', yes, sir) Shawty don't love me, you know I'ma treat her bad (Bad-bad) I'm real right, hold yo' sticks tight Get yo' clique knocked with this cash These niggas with me 4KTrey, they bust yo' ass (Bust yo') Nigga, what it's hittin' like? It's a stick fight, we gon' bust until you smash They want attention, then YoungBoy get you clapped at Rollin' off them pills, it's gon' go down, push yo' hat back My niggas know they let off, they better clap back Up in Cali with two gats I need three more, see where the straps at (Yuh) I need a pint, I won't go under, I'll be leanin' 'til the morning I'll face his dome, won't catch him slippin', creep up on him I got all this money Don't mean nothin' and it ain't a question, I'ma dump it So think twice before you dream of takin' somethin' He hit the kill switch when he turnt up on them meds (Mm-mm) He lose his mind and he put five on top yo' head On them Xans he catch him walkin' like he dead He don't give a fuck if it's his bloody, zip him, yeah (Mm-mm-mm) YoungBoy came back like they left him for dead (Yeah, yeah, gon' air 'em through) (I came back fixed, is he eternal? I did it dirty) Coolin', rollin', I told shawty, "Give me head" (Yeah, YoungBoy is just rollin', yes, sir) Flexin' bad, hunnid grand cash in my pants make me bust yo' ass All I do is hand it to my mans Blow that glizzy, bitch nigga Totin' the green flag, tryna-be-down ass nigga, uh Wanna be YoungBoy, ol' clown ass nigga 4KTrey official Shawty wanna top me, slime me down, yeah, nigga Just like his brothers, I'ma leave that nigga dead (Dead-dead) Terminate you bitches, hit yo' block and leave it red YoungBoy came back like they left him for dead (Yeah, yeah, gon' air 'em through) (I came back fixed, is he eternal? I did it dirty) Coolin', rollin', I told shawty, "Give me head" (Yeah, YoungBoy is just rollin', yes, sir) YoungBoy came back like they left him for dead (Yeah, yeah, gon' air 'em through) (I came back fixed, is he eternal? I did it dirty) Coolin', rollin', I told shawty, "Give me head" (Yeah, YoungBoy is just rollin', yes, sir)