Lyrics

[INTRO] This that Young-AT fasho! Stop fuckin playin wit me gang. I'm tired of it. Tired of you, and you, and especially fucking YOU! Bitch! [VERSE 1] Came out of the gutter, now I'm tryna chase a bag, Makin money moves, broke ass people watching they be mad, If you try to disrespect me bitch, there ain't no turnin back, Off the rip it's up to max, ain't no fuckin lettin back, I'll beat a bitch down! Then run his pockets for his cash, And if you want the smoke, then I can bring it to yo ass, Pop 2 perks and face a wood behind the wheel I'm through the dash, Them 30 shots that came out hanging out the window made me laugh, [ADLIB] Damn! He smoked his ass. Guess he should have thought twice. [VERSE 2] I'm off this gas, I'm finna spaz out, someone bring the pack out I'm outchea gettin money, catching fades like I'm Pacquiao Pulled off in that versa, hit the switch and burn the rats out (GUNSHOTS) Lit that boy up like a cigarette and he just ash now! Catching plays and hitting licks, I'm tryna get the fam out, Dodgin feds and movin bows, I'm trappin through a bad route, S-R-T's and 2-2-3's will make you shut ya damn mouth [VERSE 3] I'm on the edge please stop fuckin wit me, It's gon make me cause a scene, Keep on typin wit them Twitter fingers, we gon fuckin see When I pull-up to yo block and leave a couple casualties On the block bitch I'm hunting, I don't need a fucking team, I'm outchea creepin and I'm masked up, chasin first degree, Crop em out like Photoshop, his family put him on a T Now I'm at the crib chilling while ya boy got found deceased. [OUTRO] I keep tryna tell these people man. They don't fucking get it. I done came from being a bitch with no backbone to being one of most feared and hated in my city. Nobody wanna see me win, they only wanna see me fall. Well bitch. Young-AT is here to stay a while. Think twice before you fuck with me. .