[Yung Wun]

Y'all done fucked up now!

OH SHIT! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!

It's mine now! Who want it, HA?

D-S, Ryde or Die nigga, you heard that?



It's Yung Wun with the big gun, what you gon' do boy?

You betta sit down nigga don't play like that

Betta yet tell ya man to put down the gat

Before it get ugly, I'ma leave ya bloody, LIL BUDDY

I don't play with the gun smoke

For the East to the West Coast, nigga give up the ghost

No problem Barry; you don't no cemetery, homes

Just a pine box dropped off in the woods

A man to come home, six-oh-three be like that

Catch a case and come right back

To the block with a gat

Standin out in the track with a bumma hard

Bummin weed into the sack

Nigga let the weed smoke blow

I'm intoxicated trying to make a few hits in the head

Baby, cause I be wilder, big BALLER, call up with quarter

Trying to make a few endz

be runnin from the police, never wanna follow the Impala

(That's shit) And it ain't no stoppin it

Y'all niggas from Georgia ain't lockin it



Chorus: repeat 2X



Give it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it up

These down South boys ain't playin wit yall

y'all boys betta put em up, put em up what

Put em up, Put em up, P-P-Put em up

This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up



[Trick Daddy]

Look, I'm slippin right behind ya nigga

Don't try to hide cause I'll find ya nigga

I'm representin Dade County nigga

I gotta a clip for all ya slimmy niggas

Don't eva try me nigga

Don't try to run no bull shit like that ??? nigga

You know I'ma a fool for this

I gots two for this

I'll tear yo mammy and your crew plus you for this

Them Daddy dollars y'all

My shit harder