Ransom Lyrics

When I get mad, I feel like Youngsta, I be ready to just shake some

She on the phone, tellin' Kylie how a young, n***a handsome

I took your bitch, you can get her back, 50K da ransom

She lookin' good and don't take no pictures, she gon' throw a tantrum

If you don't got no motion, come and work for us, n***a, be our Bertram

I'm pourin' purple up like fanboy, you chum-chum

I got plenty bombs like El Chapo son's

I went fully auto on a lot of guns

Put a Birkin bag on my mama, with some racks in

Who you robbin'? Get a casket, I feed Benihana to a bad bitch

I'm the shit, I pop it like a blackhead

Lil' bitch say she out of Bankhead

I'm from Houston, outta homestead

GP too, we trappin' all day

Trust no one up in the dope game

Trust no one up in the game, keep a pole

Loyalty about the gang, we approach

Who decide war pants to my coat

Gluskii Murdaa, him, he might just start a cult

Rich bitch, she ain't never rockin' coach

Sellin' drugs to the kids in River Oaks

Pourin' glu, I ain't never drove a boat

Dirty money in the tub ,it gotta soak

Ain't no trust in my body, don't slander on my name

And think you gon' be beside me

Whole lotta people pretend like they gang

It ain't the same up in private

Nobody told em' stay up in this lane

Now he need a front end alignment

If you get rich and go back to your hood

It's not the same environment

When I get mad, I feel like Youngsta

I be ready to just shake some

She on the phone, telling

Kylie, how a young n***a handsome

I took your bitch, you can get her back , 50K the ransom

She lookin' good and don't take no pictures

She gon' throw a tantrum

If you don't got no motion, come and work for us

N***a, be our Bertram

I'm pourin' purple up like fanboy

You chum-chum

I got plenty bombs like El Chapo son's

I went fully auto on a lot of guns

Put a Birkin bag on my mama

With some racks in

Who you robbin'

Get a casket

I feed Benihana to a bad bitch

I'm the shit, I pop it like a blackhead

Lil' bitch say she out of Bankhead

I'm from Houston, outta homestead

GP too, we trappin' all day

Trust no one, I'm finna dope game

Bro dry lied bout signing

Wait your time and keep on grindin

To 12, I'm not complying

Step out the car, I'm politely declining

I want my team to shine

Look to my left and my right

And my bruddas got diamonds

Reachin' for these, ya flyin

Thinkin' Gluskii Murdaa cappin a coffin and assigned

My heart hurt, Tito done died

Every diamond that I rock

Initially came from drug money

Walk down with that Nikki

And that Drake not for some Young Money

Scar right on his stomach

Lookin' like you can unzip some

Leave your phone at home

If you came out to go flip some

When I get mad, I feel like Youngsta

I be ready to just shake some

She on the phone, tell her

Kylie, how young, nigga, handsome

I took your bitch, you can get her back

50K the ransom, Gluskii Murdaa nigga play he murdered