Young Bboss

None of these niggas can't hop in my shoes they don't know what I been through In a Maybach swerving through lanes we gon spin through We gon stick to the plan and make sure that it fall through You had a gun to your head with that paper and pen we all know you lil ahh finna rat too If you fall from the sky then you know im gon catch you Love for my brother he stuck to the code I can't never forget you In a Maybach sipping on lean like we came from the doctor Real street nigga for her I get softer Running through bands like this shit don't mean nun to me I done put your ass on so you been a lil son to me They speak on the gram coz they know that they far from me You throw dirt on my name like yo ahh didn't fall for me Better stay in your place fore my dawgs put you in it They throw dirt on my name coz they see that i'm winning You a lil baby to me you ain't fucking with me Got your hoe in the Telly she sucking on me Been getting paper since I was a jit We been spinning on them damn I feel a lil dizzy I'm a Young Bbos Bbaby I been a lil busy The calls getting crazy i'm not finna kick it if it ain't bout paper I been sipping on Tris I might come a lil later Paper chasing all day so I really can't chase her