Young Bboss

None of these niggas can't hop in my shoes they don't know what I been through

In a Maybach swerving through lanes we gon spin through

We gon stick to the plan and make sure that it fall through

You had a gun to your head with that paper and pen we all know you lil ahh finna rat too

If you fall from the sky then you know im gon catch you

Love for my brother he stuck to the code I can't never forget you

In a Maybach sipping on lean like we came from the doctor

Real street nigga for her I get softer

Running through bands like this shit don't mean nun to me

I done put your ass on so you been a lil son to me

They speak on the gram coz they know that they far from me