Young Nigga Shit (Baby Lane Remix) ft. Baby Lane Lyrics

When i pull up to the function all my people getting lit

Aint no counterfeits

This that Young Nigga Shit

Never trippen boutta hoe can't be trippen boutta bitch

Loose lips sink ships on my momma I can't snitch

On my momma i can't snitch and on my momma i can't switch

Never have and never will that shit is law you lil bitch

Whole team doing numbers finna make a wave and shit

We gon keep on Taking Off and we ain't stopping till we rich

And im on some cool shit with this groovy lil beat

Like who tf really in this bitch can compete

I'm a fuckin athlete run shit like a track meet

And we got the best bowls going 23 a peice

I gotta get this money every day that im alive

TakeOff Stevo i can't die i gotta bless all of the people in my circle helped me strive

I gotta do this shit just for the guys

TIP to Mac Chapa and my nigga Rod

Yea you can see it in my eyes i been knowing that i'm chosen

Since a lil boy i been hustlin boy you notice

And iant ever gon stop even when my neck on frozen

All these niggas want my spot so i keep a shooter with a glock

Thats what we toatin, We havin motion

Fucking gorillas in this jungle killer whales up in this ocean

Yea this that young nigga shit

Young nigga world up in this bitch

And this TakeOff shit 4L everybody sacrificed they life fa this

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When i pull up to the function all my people getting lit

Aint no counterfeits

This that Young Nigga Shit

Never trippen boutta hoe can't be trippen boutta bitch

Loose lips sink ships on my momma I can't snitch

On my momma i can't snitch and on my momma i can't switch

Never have and never will that shit is law you lil bitch

Whole team doing numbers finna make a wave and shit

We gon keep on Taking Off and we ain't stopping till we rich

We aint stoppin till we rich

We aint stoppin till we rich nigga

Look

We ain't stoppin till we rich

Pussy nigga wan talk behind my back but we ain't trip

Nigga never this that young nigga shit like we do everything together

Glock come with a grip but the extended clip was extra

And niggas in the system they fell in them peoples set up

Turn my own niggas against me it was successful

Ten toes down in the sand we feel the pressure

Can't be trippen boutta bitch and all the guys know i can't snitch

All your problems don't exist with all them followers and shit

Young nigga i can pick apart your problems with a stick

Neck arm neck leg neck arm in this bitch

Young bulls on call they in the barn with the shits

When i pull up to the function all my people getting lit

Aint no counterfeits

This that Young Nigga Shit

Never trippen boutta hoe can't be trippen boutta bitch

Loose lips sink ships on my momma I can't snitch

On my momma i can't snitch and on my momma i can't switch

Never have and never will that shit is law you lil bitch

Whole team doing numbers finna make a wave and shit

We gon keep on Taking Off and we ain't stopping till we rich

Free Melly

Free Smoke TakeOff till the world blows

Stop fucking playin with me bitchass nigga

You know how this shit go

Free Melly