Years Later (feat. Bakatown Youngin')

Bet you never expected this shit Bet you never expected this shit Nah Busy get up and go get it Making moves hope police keep they distance Skirt in a coupe getting off of these pigeons Brand new AR I can shoot from a distance If I die I will die with this pistol So hot that the opps just cannot keep they distance So you can get F'ed up best sit the F down I fell in love with this Fendi bitch Trap house blood I fell in love with the kitchen And I cannot fuck with these niggas I hustle hard and go get it I'm on the block with this bitch in my hand You know I ain't arguing with him If he acting like he opposition We lay in his grass till his mama go missing Late night late night I'm on his block is a late night Whale on his ass great white I take him out date night That chopper do make-overs I use his blood for the make-up bet I get his face right Speaking off choppers free my nigga Thump I heard that he just got his case right Got a whole lot of clips like a movie Pull it out you best know what you doing See I set it off like it off like I'm Boosie See they call me O.G. like I'm Boosie Till I die nigga I'm six six ducing Bitch you better respect my piru'n You hold guns but you never be shooting To me and the gang you just look like pollution You know we get the work and we move it I don't fuck with oh boy he be ducing I might fuck on his bitch she a groupie You know is Y.B.A.S. if she choosing If oh boy get to tripping trigger finger itching I will pull it out and go stupid Blood this shit is deeper then music No fuck that I will run him down in these Pumas Fuck that these niggas is never ruling Even though I'm booling I always get weight off We sending shots through your eyes You belong to the blind Now they calling you Ray Charles Remona I don't take a day off Ball hard like I'm in the Play-offs Hit the block if this rapping don't pay off Bitch I'm taking shots like I'm JR Busy get up and go get it Making moves hope police keep they distance Skirt in a coupe getting off of these pigeons Brand new AR I can shoot from a distance If I die I will die with this pistol So hot that the opps just cannot keep they distance So you can get F'ed up best sit the F down I fell in love with this Fendi bitch Trap house blood I fell in love with the kitchen And I cannot fuck with these niggas I hustle hard and go get I'm on the block with this bitch in my hand You know I ain't arguing with him If he acting like he opposition We lay in his grass till his mama go missing Late night late night I'm pulling up on ta late night And I just bought this Glock hope it spray right If I kill an opp it's a great night Man down man down I shoot this bitch it's a man down Is not a game I ain't playing round You can get hit if you stand round Pull up on you bitch If she not trying to give me the pussy I swear I will pull off And you know I got bro with me One of her brothers come tripping we knocking his hood off Why these niggas be claiming they lit Talking shit bout some shit that they never could pull off And I only speak fact every time that i rap Ask them bout all the niggas i put on Trayvon Martin with the hood on See this jewelry get shot if you pull on I'm in the hood where I belong Bitch I'm a dog with this bull on Everything that I say bitch I stood on Why these niggas looking for a way out And you know I come through with my brothers Niggaz hide inside with they bitches when they out I swear I be the nigga they pray bout Shoot you in your back on the way out Kick you out of the trap better stay out I'm trying to see how this will play out Cause I don't wan' talk unless it's bout some bands Don't talk smart unless you got some hands She don't wan' fuck unless I got some bands I don't wan' fuck unless you got some ass Busy get up and go get it Making moves hope police keep they distance Skirt in a coupe getting off of these pigeons Brand new AR I can shoot from a distance If I die I will die with this pistol So hot that the opps just cannot keep they distance So you can get F'ed up best sit the F down I fell in love with this Fendi bitch Trap house blood I fell in love with the kitchen And I cannot fuck with these niggas I hustle hard and go get I'm on the block with this bitch in my hand You know I ain't arguing with him If he acting like he opposition We lay in his grass till his mama go missing