Intro 
Who made this shit? 
TayTay made the beat 
Ayy, fuck all you niggas, yeah, yeah 
Free Choppa, you know the dun dotta, yeah 
We step on anything, and still steppin' nigga 

Verse 1 
Look, went to the bank, I left with fifty in my pocket, nigga 
Gang, I been trying leave them blanks on your noggin, nigga 
I got juveniles who steppin' to no dirty pistols, yeah 
All my niggas are still spinnin', tryna leave a nigga dead 
Nigga, what you said? We puttin' you to sleep in ya bed 
On the bottom the Nine, I just put a beam, everything be F, all red 
Talk that talk, get on these meds 
That's your talk, we bust your head 
Catch him bad, hop out and spread 
Jumped out and we slumped his ass 
They came when we on his ass 

Chorus 
I just want Young B to show me somethin' 
I got killers on Front Street and we ain't runnin', uh-huh 
I come through, shawty, she don't want no others 
Pull up and we thuggin', buckin', clutchin' on them cutters 
He say he want smoke with me, we gon' get him knocked off 
These bitch niggas don't wan' walk with me 
My brothers blow your block down 
Trap up for that price just like a Greyhound 
I want you, I got cake now 
You want a lawyer? You can stay down 
I don't want you in my way now 

Verse 2
Can't help you, see, I'm rich
Say the wrong thing and you bent
We got FNs and Glock .10s, ten millimeter
Them boy hot and I done broke the meter
All this money got me bling, I don't know these people
She won't be with me, I just won't date her, won't date her, go
She wanna talk, yeah, I don't have no data, no data, whoa
I stay with that swore just like Darth Vader, Darth Vader, whoa
Bitch I keep the stick, but don't play pole, I let it blow
I just tried to kill another nigga the other day
I just got another half a million up in the bank
Pussy nigga, we ain't never snitchin', bitch, what you think?
I got rifles, Dracos and pistols, blow up a tank

Chorus
I just want Young B to show me somethin'
I got killers on Front Street and we ain't runnin', uh-huh
I come through, shawty, she don't want no others
Pull up and we thuggin', buckin', clutchin' on them cutters
He say he want smoke with me, we gon' get him knocked off
These bitch niggas don't wan' walk with me
My brothers blow your block down
Trap up for that price just like a Greyhound
I want you, I got cake now
You want a lawyer? You can stay down
I don't want you in my way now

Outro
Who made this shit?
TayTay made the beat