Young Blood Lyrics

Ima pop out with my cold killers and I don't pull triggers

Pop out with my four figures and I don't fuck with no gold digger's

And motherfucker I stole your girl bitch I ain't tryin' (God damn)

Bitch she all on my dick with a bitch and I'm reclinin

And that girl gave me lip like the fuck did I do

Ima stomp on these motherfuckers just what I do

Ima bout to pop out blazzin just gotta watch my cool

I don't fuck with no dummies I don't fuck with no fools

I gotta keep my head up remember who I am

Shawty got a fat ass and the bitch god damn

And this bitch think she winning with a bitch like him

And that boy like a negative five and that bitch be a ten

And that back end sliding cuss this bitch outta control

Gotta pick up my gang cuss he out on parole

Got me moving like the president cuss bitch that's how I roll

I gotta keep every move silent cuss that's all that they know

Bitch yeah yeah mmm

She got her eyes on me and I didn't even reply

And you ain't gotta fear for me cuss I ain't gonna die

And I'm rolling with my big body Benz tires wide

We balling like gangsters and this bitch know the vibe

Got the ice on my rist yea ima let it shine

And shawty ridin' shotgun she holding me tight

Ima let this bad bitch ride me five rounds tonight

And we don't talk to no fakes yea we moving silence

We living in that fast lane no room for compliance (Yeah)

Stacking up the paper got the racks to the sky

And shawty riding shotgun but she fear for her life

Rari in this bitch but we ain't gonna die

Got me rollin' with my crew yea we real no lie

Drippin' in designer yea we fresh when we slide

Hatters looking salty but ima just let it slide

And we gonna go ballistic in this bitch you gonna die

Bitch don't play on my name

Boy we got em bullets and boy we got that aim

Talking all that shit you a boy you a lame