Young Wild Niggas

[Intro] Hit-Boy [Verse 1: DaBoii] Bitch, it's the YWN Got feelings for me? That's your problem, type to fuck on your friend Told my brothers this forever and we stuck to the end Bitch, the chop so big, look like I'm clutching a kid Watch me fuck her like I hate her, then I get ghost Skinny bitch, you don't got the ass for me to grip on You had to give her drugs just to fuck, boy, you a sicko Bitch, I put that rifle in my jeans, that's why the limp strong Had to kick that cup, that shit was fucking up my liver When your diamonds dancin', Ruccis, they won't treat you like no nigga You don't want me dead, you just a bitch behind the trigger Emotional bitch might flood the city, she keep crying all these rivers Only reason y'all alive 'cause y'all tails always tucked Paid three bands for this fit but I still smell like a skunk Can't trust no bitch, but this shell's what I trust And you can never name a time that I fell for a slut, on the gang [Chorus: DaBoii] We some young wild niggas I don't wanna hit your 'Wood if it ain't loud in it All this fucking water, I might fucking drown, nigga Potato on the barrel, it won't make a sound, nigga .40 paint the face on you fucking clown niggas You ain't really 'bout what you be speakin' 'bout, nigga Knock a nigga down just for speaking down, nigga Stomp a nigga out since you want some clout, nigga Strike a nigga out like I'm on the mound, nigga Free my dawg Meech out that fucking pound, nigga Big ass chop when I'm ridin' 'round, nigga Big ass Glock when I'm ridin' 'round, nigga All this fuckin' guap why she bust down, nigga Knock a nigga down, go and make me proud, nigga I'ma hit a lick if I hit a drought, nigga And might just hit your bitch if you bring her 'round, nigga [Verse 2: Yhung T.O.] Uh, how many times I gotta say it, baby? I be thugging 'til they take me, baby Fuck the fame, I just tell 'em pay me Sometimes this money drive a nigga crazy 'Cause I don't know who really for me, I don't know who real So I gotta keep this pole, you never know for real I already know I'm a shooter and I know some shooters If I don't do it, they gon' do it, that's how you 'posed to do it Five bands in four pockets in my motherfuckin' jeans I done probably spent like fifty gettin' high and sipping lean Now all I drink is rosé, all my bitches gon' pay All these bitches go too, all these niggas hoes too I could never change, I just don't got it in me Had a two-three with four sticks when I was ridin' hemi He had it on him, could've shot but he don't got it in him And every time I'm in that foreign, got that Glocky with me And you know it's one up top up in it, shoot until we drop a nigga Told my bitch that she can't trust the bitches, they be tryna top a nigga Had them golds up in my mouth, then I went and put some diamonds in it We some young wild niggas so you know we brought some lions with us [Chorus: DaBoii] We some young wild niggas I don't wanna hit your 'Wood if it ain't loud in it All this fucking water, I might fucking drown, nigga Potato on the barrel, it won't make a sound, nigga