My Young Niggas

[Intro: Glorilla & Mac Ty] I be smokin' dope with my young niggas Off a flat, I be rollin' with my young niggas I be posted up with my bitches I be rollin' up— Mac Ty Glorilla I be smokin' dope with my young niggas Off a flat, I be rollin' with my young niggas I be posted up with my bitches I be rollin' up with my bitches (Macaroni made it) [Verse 1: Glorilla] I be, I be hittin' licks with my young niggas 'Member totin' big sticks with my young niggas I be gettin' money with my bitches Lately, I been stuntin' on these bitches Bitch, I'm Glorilla from the fuckin' zoo, finna pull up with your boo Where these dudes? They say they broke the knob, I broke the fuckin' roof I be posted with my bitches, yeah, and all them bitches bad You send for me, I'ma send one out to go and take your mask, man, y'all mad [Verse 2: Mac Ty] Don't fuck with these niggas, they cap, but they say we got beef I might slide down your block, leave your ass in the streets I ain't no killer, but don't play with me Thirty-two shots in this Glock and I won't skip a beat I jumped off the porch and I landed on my feet If I make it, BME, PTE, we gon' eat Step on these rappers like I'm wearin' cleats Gotta pay for this dick, ain't no fuckin' for free [Verse 3: Glorilla] We got all these motherfuckin' big-ass choppers Want smoke, we gon' send you to the doctor You don't want them bullets flyin', helicopter Niggas singin', call 'em Phantom of the Opera [Verse 4: Mac Ty] Young nigga dead, go dig him up I might do a show with the semi tucked You ain't gon' make it, just give it up I just fucked your bitch, now come pick her up, ayy Come get your ho, but you better be cautious Can't hang around Bruces, my gang full of bosses Play with Glorilla, put you in a coffin We slidin' in traffic, catch you while you walkin', bitch [Verse 5: Glorilla] We can get this shit poppin' whenever, wherever Anybody can get it, I pop on whoever Want smoke, we got heat, bitch, they hot like the devil You try me, you dead, you get sent to the devil I don't fight or don't wrestle, I got [?], I'm a presser This shit top [?], make you bleed through your level Shoot a chest, get the treasure Grab a bitch, then I sell her I ain't red, bitch, I'm yellow Got cheese like I'm Chester [Verse 6: Mac Ty] No more [?] no bitch, [?] my schedule If you want the smoke, we got Glocks, no Berettas You say you took somethin', I can't wait 'til I catch you I'ma do lil' bruh bad, leave him on a stretcher You know I'm a savage, I'm feelin' like Randy My nine come in handy, I know they can't stand me I just want the panties, I'm hot, gotta fan me You know I'm up next and I put that on mammy [Verse 7: Mac Ty & Glorilla] Say you want smoke, we got choppers, no Berettas Nigga sneeze, wipe his nose, I'ma bless him Your nigga lackin', better hope the gang don't catch him Now he dead, gang sent his ass to heaven (R.I.P., nigga) [Outro: Mac Ty & Glorilla] Ayy, BME, PTE Glorilla, Mac Ty Fuck up next, bitch, we up now Yeah Pop your shit Ayy, you know what the fuck goin' on Pretty Thugz Entertainment, PTE, bitch (Mac Ty) [?] business, ho Glorilla