Run up the money, then count up the commas And go get the money lil' bitch (Money, lil' bitch) Hundred round drum on the Glock These bitches be suckin' and swallowin' dick I swear I can't trust 'em for shit (Trust 'em for shit) Know that's a dusty lil'

Please stop runnin yo' mouth let's go Actin like you've never seen a dick befo' All these bitches in here Oh no, let's get drunk and fuck fo' sho' Will the real X to the Z please stand up? With my niggaz and my guns, not givin a fuck Stickin 'em up at

Youngbloods young hearts alike Let the fires burn inside your eyes We won't give up these memories We won't go near those cemeteries Youngbloods run free forever Forget the death that's ever nearer This life is for the keeping Youngbloods, youngbloods,

So what, so what We can get sauced up Forever we're young, we'll never get old 'Cause when I get sauced up I be like so what I don't want no problems, I want power I'm drivin', you follow Blame it on drunk love We can explain it all tomorrow

'Cause I'm not fine at all I remember the make-up running down your face And the dreams you left behind you didn't need them Like every single wish we ever made I wish that I could wake up with amnesia Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you And

I'm on 'em beans for the real, I'm on the lean for real I'm on the beans for the real, I'm on the lean for real Nickelodeon way I got that slime Run it up, yeah, yeah Count it up, yeah, yeah, yeah Indigo, yeah, Indigo, yeah, yeah That bag loaded, yeah,

Tonight I decided I don't give no fucks (Don't give a fuck) give no fuck Wake up in the morning, up like Donald Trump Side bitch, she tried to tie me up Why the fuck my new engine in the trunk? Skrrt, in the trunk (Don't give a fuck, nah) give no fuck

Run for your life You'd better He wakes up in the mornin' And he looks into the glass His face it reminds him Of the long nights that have passed And he wonders If she wonders That he wonders

And all the people say You can't wake up, this is not a dream You're part of a machine, you are not a human being With your face all made up, living on a screen Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline I think there's a flaw in my code These voices

A we a guard dem out a street Late at night when dem a sleep Me and unno, bombaclat Big up the lion dem weh roar fi a cause Defend your community at all cost Never yet run, stand your ground to the last Real outlaw, people love we, because No old woman