English Version
Bow-wow
Yeah-yeah
Top, top
Uh, uh
It's a parade inside my city, yeah, ass shakin', givin' head
Ain't no county product of the feds
Flag green, the cutters red
Now watch, I cut him like Sherhonda, yeah
I'm in this bitch, who want me dead?
Uh-uh-uh-uh, yeah
Nah bitch, I'm loaded feelin' myself
Right now, I'm not myself, I'm turnt up
Got that iron in here
Yeah, I got it right by my belt
Them niggas plan on poppin' him
They know that he don't like them
This is a story all about how
A pistol totin' kid named YoungBoy grew up in the Nawf
Whole life in war, he got some money then he moved to Utah
But still ain't stop from the top the mountain, he skippin', knockin' shit out
Bitch, still with the clique and you know for shit, we don't switch
I put this ho' inside the trench, you try to diss Big Dump bitch, yeah
Four Loko with some Hennessy on drunk shit
Spray the whole crowd, I'm usin' my aim so don't try me, I assist
Perc' 30, bro brought Roxies
Bought all the dirty Roxies
My shoulder weak, the stock in
Got your bitch, don't know where I been
Pray that my city cleanin' murder cases
City players, outside prayin'
Hold up, think I see the pill man, I'm finna run off Xans
Uh, you know I like to dance
Stopped and watch me give it, yeah
Shawty, yeah, this lil' bitch said, she wanna have my extra leg
Hollow tips stuffed in the head
Cock it, pop this bitch, no stoppin'
I'm locked in, I count Ms, I spend about a thousand, yeah
Uh, uh
It's a parade inside my city, yeah, ass shakin', givin' head
Ain't no county product of the feds
Flag green, the cutters red
Now watch, I cut him like Sherhonda, yeah
I'm in this bitch, who want me dead?
Uh-uh-uh-uh, yeah
Nah bitch, I'm loaded feelin' myself
Right now, I'm not myself, I'm turnt up
Got that iron in hand
Yeah, I got it right by my belt
Them niggas plan on poppin' him
They know that he don't like them
You don't wan' fuck with me, Slimeball so, call the cops
Girl, your plates off UC, we'll bang it out at the county call
Ten got three hoes, and bottom back from Valero
And FaceTime me on my phone
And let me watch while you take 'em down
Uh, yeah, you know I need a rachet bitch that be on rachet shit
With saggy tits
Fuck baggin' bitches, I don't need them ones
I don't give one fuck, I'm thuggin'
I love them hoes from out that north
Know them hoes out that north, they love me dollar
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm (get down)
Nigga tried to bust
Tried to get my shake back, know I'm rachet
Tried to get my shake back by my cousin, nigga
Huh, the fuck you mean?
Double cup muddy, movin', slash
Saw me on Plank Road, me and buster in the Cutlass, nigga
Uh, uh
It's a parade inside my city, yeah, ass shakin', givin' head
Ain't no county product of the feds
Flag green, the cutters red
Now watch, I cut him like Sherhonda, yeah
I'm in this bitch, who want me dead?
Uh-uh-uh-uh, yeah
Nah bitch, I'm loaded feelin' myself
Right now, I'm not myself, I'm turnt up
Got that iron in here
Yeah, I got it right by my belt
Them niggas plan on poppin' him
They know that he don't like them
SONG: Fresh Prince Of Utah
ARTIST: YoungBoy Never Broke Again
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WMG (on behalf of Atlantic Record Group LLC); BMI - Broadcast Music Inc., Warner Chappell, LatinAutor, Create Music Publishing, LatinAutorPerf, Global Music Rights LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing, Reservoir Media (Publishing), NirvanaDigitalPublishing, AMRA, and 4 music rights societies
