In a Minute Lyrics

(Yo YBH)

I be with my crew, she with her gang too

Her friends don't know I hit it, (aye) crodie hit it too (Ahh)

Turn the switch, just hit the button, then let that shit loose

How could we lose, we playin' the same game as you (Ah)

Still ridin' round with blicky, without it you lost in my city

This one a brand new ass blicky, he ain't even squeeze it yet

Run up on me, you get stretched, they ain't even see me yet

Share the stage with Houdini, lost you took a part of me (It's Thirty3)

Personally, baby girl, I ain't really bout that love shit

Talkin' bout your feelings, I don't really give a fuck, bitch

We ain't even close as we used to be, I'm screamin' fuck them

These niggas really snakes in disguise, that's why I don't trust them

I know some youngins doin' run downs, all they see is red

They shootin' out all these niggas, they aimin' for the head

They grew up in poverty, so all they want is bread

They breakin' in your crib and leave you sleepin' in your bed

Forty thousand on me right now, twenty on both sides of me

Full court press, I beat that press, then I shot a three

Blood, sweat, and tears, I'm goin' hard until my body leave

Had to fall back, put on the Carti's, just so I could see

He went and put grip on his handle, city nigga from Toronto

You talk bout me, let's end this convo, this convo ain't even started yet

1-2K on the kicks, had to go and flood his wrist

And his neck gotta match his wrist, protection to protect his shit

I'm really serious bout my money, you better have my shit

Brodie on the run for homicide, he better beat that shit

The car that I'm drivin' goin' so fast I'm swervin' lanes and shit

AK47 in the back, a baby Drake and shit

This life good I just wanna live

Freaky girl wan' have my kids

She treated me just like I'm silver

I'm the golden child for real

House all the way up in the hills

I be on my grind for real

And this grind is getting real

Need a mill to sign a deal

This life good I just wanna live

Freaky girl wan' have my kids

She treated me just like I'm silver

I'm the golden child for real

House all the way up in the hills

I be on my grind for real

And this grind is getting real

Need a mill to sign a deal

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(It's Thirty3)

(This that Mustang City Music)