Young nigga, I done came a long way Now, grind like a rich nigga Shine like a rich nigga Ridin' round town, hey, hey Ridin' round town, top down Like a rich nigga Wishin' that somebody say hey, hey Choppin' all the bad bitches Wanna come around

Pull up, pull up All of these niggas they talkin' I love my choppa, they talk All of these niggas they soft Know what I'm sayin' I got niggas out here killing each other for VLONE Drop top, drop top

Yeah, I'm gonna show you So what if I'm fucking crazy? I'm gonna show you And I don't need your quick fix I don't want your prescriptions Just 'cause you say I'm crazy Loco, maniac, sick bitch, psychopath, I'm gonna show you, Mental out my brain, bad

Bitch, I'm silly Up the chopper, shoot your shit up, let's get busy Drinkin' Henny, goin' brazy, poppin' pillies Sex Money Murda, shout out all my blazing Billies (all my Billies) Y'all already know it be the boy Yung Gordon And you rockin' with Take

Came a long way from the choppa and the car (Raa!) I was kicking doors, never thought of being a star (Hey) Now I pull up in the Rolls with the baddest of them all (Bad) I pour a four, now I sittin' on Mars (Mars) I lift the doors when I'm pulling out

Get my migo on the phone Yeah my migo one call away, he'll pull a I ain't playing with these niggas Pull the chopper start spraying on these niggas, pull a Young niggas dying every night Young niggas mama crying every night Make sure call Rel I swear to

Weaponized psychopathy Headlong into carnage seeking blood Seething minds distorted by the violence and pain Driven by adrenaline Headlong into carnage they attack Merciless and brutal take the head off of your neck No hesitation as the bloodshed begins

Nun ruhen alle Wälder, Vieh, Menschen, Städt' und Felder: Es schläft die ganze Welt Ihr aber, meine Sinnen, Auf, auf, ihr sollt beginnen Was eurem Schöpfer wohlgefällt Breit aus die Flügel beide, O Jesu, meine Freude, Und nimm dein Küchlein ein!

Feels with me Do you mind if I steal a kiss? (Chop, chop) To memorize the way you shock me (yeah) The way you move it here (hey) Just wanna feel it from you (hey, ooh) Don't be afraid to catch feels (ha) I know you ain't afraid to pop pills (hey) Baby, I

Niggas pistol popping like it's nineteen ninety nine I was nine maybe ten, then again never mind Press rewind, back in time before rappers dropping dimes Trap or die, choppin' pies with cliche's all in they rhymes That was Gucci, Prada and anything