Lyrics
[Intro]
Say, 10
Let's hear this shyt, Rell (Hah, hah)
Horrid, run it up (Lil Top)
I don't give a fukk, man, look (nikka, yeah)
[Verse]
"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them"
Tell them nikkas, "fukk 'em," and they know that I ain't scared of them
How you talkin' shyt when nothin' ain't died about your cousin nem?
Quando got no filter, and he say that, they gon' fukk wit' him
Clean up on aisle O,
youngin' let that chop blow
Ayy, my brother let that stick blow, nikka know that's my smoke
He called me a bytch, that's India, that be your ho
Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul
Post about it, bytch, I got like thirty million, my mind gone
And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone
I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home
Why you drop that whack-ass song? p*ssy bytch, you should've known
My daddy tell me, "Leave it 'lone," but I'm like, "Man, fukk them nikkas"
Used to fukk with Gucci 'til I seen he like them p*ssy nikkas
Momma know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nikka
They know I'm on house arrest so they feel like they official
bytch, I kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you nikkas
Feds wanna lock a nikka up 'cause he tote baby missiles
bytch, don't bring my baby momma up, she richer than your nikkas
Every nikka did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em
Set 'em up then point a nikka, field goal, Romo
Know I keep that nine with me, you can act like you don't know
Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin'
Want me for to die? Tell that p*ssy, "Cross the line"
I ain't got no fukkin' mind, tell 'em, "
Free Baba," that's my evil twin
Youngin bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in
He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in
I be turnt up with my baby mommas, I ain't got no fukkin' friends
He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover
He got Bentley GT, Redeyes, black coating
Slidin' in a Tesla, and he got that yay on
p*ssy nikka dissin' me, mad about his dead homie
nikka, I'm a real Blood, and I'm screamin', "Blatt"
I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that track
Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked
Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' thrax
Where you at? Your security, they get bust at too
I don't give no fukk about this rap shyt, I'll bust at you
Your daddy hit the feds, fukk that nikka, he a bytch, too
Tell him sit on side your cousin momma while that bytch grieve too
And that lil' bytch, she say, "4L," huh? I say, "Heads or tails, slime"
Tell 'em, "Kill YoungBoy," all of y'all gon' fukkin' fail, hah
Let me check my mail, five, fifteen mills, just for the slime
Stomp him in his fukkin' face, I left him with my Nike sign
Free Lil Meechy off the line, nikkas know I'm big slime
Win or lose, no draw, nikka, them boys know I'm 'bout mine
Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more
I just wanna make the bytch go, he waitin' from the go (Ha-ha)
You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (fukk you)
They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bytch, boom, boom)
Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone
Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bytch, don't call my phone (fukk you)
Tell Apple I said, "fukk 'em," they promote his song (
Say, 10, fukk you)
They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fukk you)
YouTube streamers, they be dikk-ridin', don't react no more (fukk you)
You fukk with them, don't fukk with me and that's just how that go
When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope
Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks
Momma told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, "No"
Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow
Hold on, I ain't even, I ain't even rappin', Jason
I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these nikkas know it's, "fukk them"
You heard me? These bytch-ass nikkas act like they scared to die
YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die
I don't fukk with CC, but my oldest brother Crip
I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him
I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip
fukk the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him
[Outro]
Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nikka, free DDawg
We put guns to the face, bytch-ass nikka, how you wanna do it?
You already know what I say, nikka, who gon' die today?
bytch-ass nikka, we put guns to the face, you heard me?
Them bytch-ass, man, these bytch-ass nikkas act like they don't like YoungBoy
I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these hoe-ass nikkas
These bytch-ass nikkas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fukk-ass nikkas
These fukk-ass nikkas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it
These gon' catch everything a nikka throw at them, believe that
You heard me? This slime shyt, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?
We gon' bang for life, nikka, how you wanna do it, four? Yeah
And I don't fukk with you nikkas, believe that
(YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them
Tell them nikkas, "fukk 'em," man, they know that I ain't scared of them
How you talkin' shyt when nothin' ain't died about your cousin nem?
Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they gon' fukk wit' him)
he had some of the biggest mixtapes on datpiff 
. im washed ill see my ass out
