Hit-Boy ft. SOB X RBE - Young Wild Niggas Lyrics

Hit-boy, hit-boy

Bitch
It's the Y.W.N
Ggot feelings for me, that's your problem
Type to fuck on your friend
Told my brothers this forever and we stuck to the end
Bitch, the chop so big, it look like I'm clutching a kid (ha)
Watch me fuck her like I hate her, then I get ghost
Skinny bitch, you ain't got the ass for me to grip on
You had to give her drugs just to fuck, boy, you a sicko
Bitch, I put that rifle in my jeans, that's why the rim strong
Had to kick that cup, that shit was fucking up my liver
When your diamonds dancing, roaches, they won't treat you like no nigga
You don't want me dead, you're just a bitch behind the trigger
Most them bitched might flood the city, she keep crying all these rivers
Only reason you're alive, 'cause our tails always tucked
Paid three bands for this fit, but I still smell like a skunk
Can't trust no bitch, but these shells's what I trust
So you can never name a time that I fell for a slut on the gang

We some young, wild niggas
I don't wanna hit your 'Wood it it ain't loud in it
All this fucking water, I might fucking drown, nigga
My Tec don't want no barrel, it won't make a sound, nigga
.40 paint the face on you fucking clown niggas
You really 'bout what you speakin' 'bout nigga
Knock a nigga down just for speaking down, nigga
Stomp a nigga out since you want some clout, nigga
Strike a nigga out like I'm on a mountain, nigga
Free my dawg, Meech, chop that fucking pound, nigga
Big ass chop, when I'm ridin' 'round, nigga
Big ass Glock when I'm ridin' 'round, nigga
All this fuckin' guap's why she bust down, nigga
Knock a nigga down, go and make me proud, nigga
I'ma hit a lick, if I hit a drought, nigga
And might just hit your bitch if you bring her 'round, nigga

Ah, how many times I gotta say it, baby
I be thugging 'till they take me, baby
Fuck the fame, I just tell them pay me
Sometimes this money drive a nigga crazy
'Cause I don't know who really for me, I don't know who real
So I gotta keep this pole, you never know for real
I already know I'm a shooter and I know some shooters
If I don't do it, then they gon' do it, that's how you 'post to do it
Five bands in four pockets in my muhfuckin' jeans
I done prolly spend like fifty gettin' high and sipping lean
Now all I drink is Rose
All my bitches gon' pay
All these bitches go too
All these niggas hoes too
I can never change, I just don't got it in me
Had a two-three with four sticks when I was ridin', Henny
He had it on him, could've shot but he don't got it in him
And every time I'm in that foreign, got that glocky with me
And you know it's winter top up in it
Shoot it 'till we drop a nigga
Told my bitch that she can't trust these bitches
They be tryin' to top a nigga
Had them golds up in my mouth, then I went and put some diamonds in it
We some young wild niggas so you know we bought them lions with us

We some young, wild niggas
I don't wanna hit your 'Wood it it ain't loud in it
All this fucking water, I might fucking drown, nigga
My tech don't want no barrel, it won't make a sound, nigga