FYN

[Intro: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]

I ain't tryna play with no nigga (Peter, why you flexin'?)

And make sure you kept that too, everything

[Verse 1: Tre Savage]

I learned to eyeball from watchin' the way my mama cook

Hopin' I look over my shoulder for writin' this hook

Cousin got booked for petty crimes and now he labeled a crook

I'm shootin' at this bad bitch, her head sat in a book

Colt .45 more legit, now I'm protected at home

Mama don't know what's in my head that's leading me wrong

Full of medication, that purp' and that lean got me gone

Another person ain't go home, just another day wrong

Light up the blunt in front the window, no jocin' in a minute

My daughter steady changing moods while reversing the Bentley

That's just a dream that I had had when I'm counting these pennies

Hopin' my dreams to reach the stars are close to the ending

But fuck it, send that nigga lo' and let's get it to crackin'

He duck these bitches, he official, that comin' from Savage

I know she ratchet, that dirty bitch'll set up her daddy

Follow the leader until them bitches inside a casket

I hope they never see your brother, his life on the line

Them niggas dissin' who be rappin', they spittin' them lies

Them niggas kill, I do no whackin', I just sit aside

Bitch, I'm a boss, this is no actin', business number five

Shootin' dice, playing with his life for to gamble his mind

I ain't had no food inside the house, so they handed me a nine

I don't need shit except a mouse, Pro Tools, and some pine

I'm smokin' dope, the smoke so thick, it's shakin' the ride

[Chorus: Tre Savage]

Fuck you, nigga (Fuck you, nigga)

I don't need shit inside this world except my money and my diamonds and my daughter, nigga

Fuck you, nigga (Fuck you, nigga)

And I don't fuck with 'em, them niggas hoes and they bitches, I don't trust niggas

Fuck you, nigga (Fuck you, nigga)

I don't need shit inside this world except my money and my diamonds and my daughter, nigga

Fuck you, nigga (Fuck you, nigga)

And I don't fuck with you, them niggas hoes and they bitches, I don't trust niggas

[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]

Pop from out that ride and put that Glock between his eyes

I'm out my motherfuckin' mind, I been a savage since a child

Look, I'm a creature, I'm 'bout beefin' if you wanna sling some iron

I do lil' dirty thirty, thirty out the window front your mind

Pop out on these niggas, they don't fuck with me

I don't think these niggas really wanna bang it out

I push up from the back with that strap when we let it clap

I’m talkin' 'bout all the way 'til we pullin' off

Look, made it from the bottom, million dollars in a Goyard

Me and Ten'll sling that chopper, ain't no stopping for them cop cars

I just wan' put money on top my daddy like Phat, nigga

My niggas in the back, nigga, with straps, nigga, don't act, nigga, I'm with that

Let's do it 'cause I'm 'bout drama

And this bitch a savage life and you don't want no problems, can't stop us, huh?

Got that .45 on side my couch and it's all camo, you won't try us

[Chorus: Tre Savage]

Fuck you, nigga (Fuck you, nigga)

I don't need shit inside this world except my money and my diamonds and my daughter, nigga

Fuck you, nigga (Fuck you, nigga)

And I don't fuck with 'em, them niggas hoes and they bitches, I don't trust niggas

Fuck you, nigga (Fuck you, nigga)

I don't need shit inside this world except my money and my diamonds and my daughter, nigga

Fuck you, nigga (Fuck you, nigga)

And I don't fuck with you, them niggas hoes and they bitches, I don't trust niggas

[Outro: Tre Savage & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]

Fuck you (Fuck 'em)

Yup (What it is, gang?)

Let's get this money, nigga (You got it)

Yup

Can't nobody do what I do, when I be doing this shit, I just be doing that shit (Doing that shit)

I've been chasin' money for so long

R.I.P. Pimp C, the don way

You got it, nigga (From the bottom to the top)

It's up

Like father, like son

And it's stuck

It ain't never coming down

Like father, like son

Fuck you

Nigga, it's Savage Life, NBA, shoot that nigga in the face, bang, NBA, believe that

Savage Life, Trill 4 Life, 'til the wheels fall off

Mr. Walk Like Jordan, I'm in this bitch with Mel, it don't get no realer than that