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[Intro]

(Drumline)

(Yuh hear mi now, Mitch Mula? Drop dat bomboclaat)

[Verse 1: Maxo Kream]

My young niggas tote extentions, still need they mama permission

Bad as hell, on suspension, but thuggin' in the trenches

They hoppin' in my clique, inheritin' my beef

Heard about when I was thuggin', Maxo see inside the streets

Lil' nigga 13, got the older niggas plottin' on 'em

Wrinkled-ass tee, even though he got the iron on 'em

Hoppin' out of stolos, uppin' sticks like pogos

Tre pound and .44s, Algebra, he don't know though

Rob, rob, kick door, pray to God that this lick go

Serve raw indo', 20 deep at the Citgo

My shooters so young, they was born in the millennium

Get the job done, got a problem, then they killin' 'em (Maxo, cuh-rip)

[Chorus: Maxo Kream]

Got young niggas (Go), young dumb niggas (Go)

Go young, nigga (Go), go dumb, nigga (Go)

Got Crip niggas (Cuh-rip), got Blood niggas (Sowoo)

Some real killers (What?), some drug dealers (Boom)

Got crash dummies (Uh-huh), they blast with me (Tell me what?)

They'll stash for me (Say what?), they'll crash for me (Say what?)

Go young, nigga (Go dumb), go dumb, nigga (Go dumb)

Go young, nigga (Oh no), go dumb, nigga (Oh no)

Got young niggas (Go), young dumb niggas (Go)

Go young, nigga (Go), go dumb, nigga (Say what?)

Got Crip niggas (Cuh-rip), got Blood niggas (Sowoo)

Some real killers (Say what?), some drug dealers (Boom)

Got crash dummies (Ayy, ayy), they blast with me (Uh, uh)

They'll stash for me, they'll crash for me

Go young, nigga (Go), go dumb, nigga (Go)

Go young, nigga (Go), go dumb, nigga (Ayy)

[Verse 2: D Flowers]

We the young niggas in the trenches that big brother just mentioned

Don't even post a picture with no money, we comin' to get it (We from the trenches)

I hit a lick on a sucker, you should've known something was fishy (Stupid ass)

Hey, hey, I fucked that bitch and I blocked her 'cause she always up in my business (Damn, bitch)

I took out that molar like a dentist, now I got her up in her feelings (What a crap)

On some "Bad Boys," Will Smith shit, I'm on a mission (I'm on a motherfucking mission, woo, woo)

Fuck the police when they hit the block, we gon' run for them bitches (Yeah, woo)

I should've been in Olympics, the way I be jumpin' them fences (Hey, hey)

Fuck a detention (Brrt), I rather fuck with suspension (Dot, dot)

Nigga been tellin' since elementary, I ain't fuck with no snitches (No, I can't fuck)

Hide and go get it I was hunching for bitches

Stealin' from teachers, shootin' dice behind the bleachers (Hey)

When it come to the beef and the choppa make a nigga Turner like Timmy

[Chorus: Maxo Kream]

Got young niggas (Go), young dumb niggas (Go)

Go young, nigga (Go), go dumb, nigga (Go)

Got Crip niggas (Cuh-rip), got Blood niggas (Sowoo)

Some real killers (What?), some drug dealers (Boom)

Got crash dummies (Uh-huh), they blast with me (Tell me what?)

They'll stash for me (Say what?), they'll crash for me (Say what?)

Go young, nigga (Go dumb), go dumb, nigga (Go dumb)

Go young, nigga (Oh no), go dumb, nigga (Oh no)

Got young niggas (Go), young dumb niggas (Go)

Go young, nigga (Go), go dumb, nigga (Say what?)

Got Crip niggas (Cuh-rip), got Blood niggas (Sowoo)

Some real killers (Say what?), some drug dealers (Boom)

Got crash dummies (Ayy, ayy), they blast with me (Uh, uh)

They'll stash for me, they'll crash for me

Go young, nigga (Go), go dumb, nigga (Go)

Go young, nigga (Go), go dumb, nigga (Ayy)