GG Remix

[Intro: NBA Young
Boy]
Look
Free my n*ggas out the can
n*gga, this that crazy man
I ain't even put no effort, crazy man

[Hook: NBA Young
Boy]
Draw down with that Glock, b*tch don't make no sound
Say somethin', might get shot b*tch, face down to the ground
I ain't got no respect aye, you might think I'm dumb
I'm just 17, with a whole lotta money
f*ck you, b*tch I hopped up out that coupe
Tell me hoe, if you don't like me why you worried about what I do
You ain't see the car I pulled up in so you might think I flew
Tell me why you say that Young
Boy?
Cause b*tch I'm flyer than your dude

[Verse 1: NBA Young
Boy]
If you think I f*ck with that lil hoe, then you a fool
I ain't got no education, I dropped out of school
No security with me so I'm strapped up with that tool
Try to take my jewelry off and you gon' make the news b*tch
Cuban links around my neck, it cost me 22 b*tch
Audemar Piguet, coulda' went and bought a school b*tch
Went to Neiman Marcus for my pants and my shoes b*tch
Five thousands dollars, what I paid for the whole fit
I just took a loss so I'm goin' on a heist b*tch
Hold a tool in yo face like chino do a bike b*tch
Too much money on me for to raise my hands and fight b*tch
Thunder in my clip, f*ck around get hit with light b*tch

[Hook: NBA Young
Boy]
Draw down with that Glock, b*tch don't make no sound
Say somethin', might get shot b*tch, face down to the ground
I ain't got no respect aye, you might think I'm dumb
I'm just 17, with a whole lotta money
f*ck you, b*tch I hopped up out that coupe
Tell me hoe, if you don't like me why you worried about what I do
You ain't see the car I pulled up in so you might think I flew
Tell me why you say that Young
Boy?
Cause b*tch I'm flyer than your dude

[Verse 2: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Wait, I'm really focused, they talking bullsh*t
But they still listen to my old sh*t
Listen lil b*tch, I still got money from some old sh*t
Listen lil b*tch, I empty clips and then reload it
I get more attention when I'm with my Louie Loafers
All my whips is tinted so they love to pull me over
You a sherm n*gga, word n*gga, yous a joker
My whip is matte black, I used to ride in the Toyota yeah
Now I'm slumpin' n*ggas over yeah
n*ggas got they ten toes up yeah
Heart started gettin' colder yeah
Lil b*tch you don't know us yeah

[Hook: NBA Young
Boy]
Draw down with that Glock, b*tch don't make no sound
Say somethin', might get shot, b*tch face down to the ground
I ain't got no respect aye, you might think I'm dumb
I'm just 17, with a whole lotta money
f*ck you, b*tch I hopped up out that coupe
Tell me hoe, if you don't like me why you worried about what I do
You ain't see the car I pulled up in so you might think I flew
Tell me why you say that Young
Boy?
Cause b*tch I'm flyer than your dude