Gimmie That ft. Tee3x Lyrics

Got respect in my section, as a youngin cause I been steppin

Run down on that nigga with Smith & Wesson's

He get to beggin

YBK the crew, you play with us and shit gon' end up hectic

Nike ski with black cats on, bitch, I'm a rich stepper

I got a dark skin and snow bunny, I call them Salt and pepper

I been movin' pounds like Rick Ross and I don't need no lever

He ain't earn no stripes up in his hood, he more like a leopard

15 with MAC-10, finna blow her back in

I been gettin' paper like jenga , my money stackin

I got my nigga's side, I'm prayin' they got my backhand

I been makin' music, my lil' brody, he been trappin

Spin a block with four straps and a black mask

We walk em' down, I was born up in the South, but North Carolina, my new whereabouts

We some dreadhead killers like Savage and Nudy, we air it out

Oh it's some money on this head, I got you, just give me a set amount

Hold up, gimme that, gimme that

Know I'm posted up with that Black Beretta, Big Mac

Catch a goofy nigga lackin', I'ma shoot him in traffic

Nigga talkin' reckless, I'ma shoot him, take his necklace

Diamonds on me, bitch, I'm glistening , know, I'm glistening

Shoot the 30 ,I might shoot the big ol' Glock

Bitch a 33, call me Pippen

This lil' ho, she fuckin' on me, doin' all that sippin

I can't do that shit, young nigga, pimping

T and Boodah spazzin' like Shaq and Kobe

I been smokin' gas, a nigga faded like he Craig and Smokey

Roll him up, Ima roll homie, Ima roll his brody

Take his head and I'ma put that ho up on a trophy

Ayy, T, why they playin' like we ain't tough for real

Ayy, this next verse crazy

Ride around the pines with Glocks and nines like we driving Ms. Daisy

Said that he want beef with Boodah, check his meds, he must be crazy

Must be off the gas and poppin' X-pills, he movin' lazy

He tried to fuck, but she off limits, knowing that's my lady

If I ride down my windows tinted , that's the shit that'll really save me

I been workin' on my pivot like the Lakers

While these niggas tryna play me

I'm a 2008 baby, kill a beat like John Wayne Gacy

Your favorite rapper probably trash, I swear to God, he couldn't pay me

To hop on one of his beats and later on he claim he made me

I never needed help, I got my dawgs like I'm Lil Baby

Run up on that nigga, tell him, give me that, give me that

I would hate to be an opp, cause YBK won't never lack

And just know I fucked her good, might need a doctor, cause I broke her back

I will never let a nigga try to play me, I'm too real for that

Bitch, I'm incredible, like Jack Jack

You won't get your brother back

Me and Tee like Zac and Cody

If they were black, and tried to rap

If I drop three albums, I'm three peating, that's back to back to back

YBK young bank killers, we just tryna chase the bag

Ah, gimme that, gimme that

Ah, gimme that, gimme that

Ah, gimme that, gimme that

YBK young bank killers, I swear to God, we'll never lack