Hooligans

[Chorus: OBN Jay]

Look, shorty what the deal is? I'm tryna see waddup wit' you

Tryna touch a million, I'm tryna buy a foreign coupe

Stackin' a lil bread, [?], bitch we to the roof

Pushin' on the gas, ain't lettin up, no I ain't lettin' loose

Bae don't start today, don't start the hooligans

Grew up 'round them K's, young nigga shootin' shit

Movin' kinda different, but I'm straight, I'm not new to this

I get in the booth and I go ape, I'm wit' the foolishness

[Verse 1: OBN Jay]

I'ma let you know if it ain't real and I ain't feelin' it

Long as I can wake up and can breathe I'ma do my shit

Head be hurtin' [?], I'm on codeine, I been sippin' it

Bouncin' on the beat 'bout some real shit, I know you feelin' this

Spend it on my bitch, I like to buy her what she want

Flyin' out of state, I'm in designer winter coats

Luck been kind of bad, I guess I must've split the pole

I got a [?], and I cook up another song

Head been kind of hurtin' 'cause my nerves bad

I been tryna stack it, I been grindin' since last Thursday

I remember watching Monte Carlos come through swervin'

I just thank the lord for everything I been earning

[Chorus: OBN Jay]

Look, shorty what the deal is? I'm tryna see waddup wit' you

Tryna touch a million, I'm tryna buy a foreign coupe

Stackin' a lil bread, [?], bitch we to the roof

Pushin' on the gas, ain't lettin up, no I ain't lettin' loose

Bae don't start today, don't start the hooligans

Grew up 'round them K's, young nigga shootin' shit

Movin' kinda different, but I'm straight, I'm not new to this

I get in the booth and I go ape, I'm wit' the foolishness

[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]

I got so much Larson on my brain, I got pain in my eyes

But say the same prayer, all that I got left

And I'ma bust yo' brain soon as you niggas try, back to back let them bullets fly

Play and I'ma drag you to yo' death

No question, I went flooded out my Hublot, that's that slime talk

Diamonds in my necklace, brick of jiffy, that's what mine cost

Quick to drop a bag to get 'em gone, act like his mind lost

Went deep off in the streets, no right or wrong, I cut his time short

Jiggaboo came on the road just to bring me a .40 Glock

Tryna make Meechie rap, but all he wanna do is serve the block

4K Trey, it's fuck the cops

And bitch free DD out that cell block

Tryna cross me, run 'cross the red dot

[Chorus: OBN Jay]

Look, shorty what the deal is? I'm tryna see waddup wit' you

Tryna touch a million, I'm tryna buy a foreign coupe

Stackin' a lil bread, [?], bitch we to the roof

Pushin' on the gas, ain't lettin up, no I ain't lettin' loose

Bae don't start today, don't start the hooligans

Grew up 'round them K's, young nigga shootin' shit

Movin' kinda different, but I'm straight, I'm not new to this

I get in the booth and I go ape, I'm wit' the foolishness