Volume Young turnt nigga volume 3, 4, 5 bitch For the 6 Can't be fucked with at all Pop my back We like fuck it I rap Mel like fuck it I'm next Cause what's good Really mean thug what's good Rich young nigga from the hood I don't flash no paper Just spent 20 on bae Funny cause she love her ex Sike I'm lyin I don't really love no bitch No bitch can come between my 4 gang Still bang Please act crazy bitch and get naked I drive crazy bitch cause I'm crazy Countin up a million cash with my babies Can't no money get you in that club Just on a 5 I spend a dub Show no love I don't give no fucks I don't do no kiddin, that's on my nigga We ride 6 tee tah Rich young nigga from the east side Which one of y'all niggas fuck with me Put the dope down, bag fuckin with the weed Movin dog food, bitch, state to state Everything good I can't complain Red eye red kill man to chop on the 6 Get the za for the chip, get the drop Imma spin Free my nigga Woo, need to let him out the feds I don't wanna fuck, how much you want for the head I done lost count how many times I don slid We don't shut our cars, we hop out sprayin As long as they print it lil boy Imma get it Can't be fucked with, we the turntest in the city Switches on the glock but the chop got titties Run a striker out now it's time to get busy Heard some niggas plottin, come try to get finished Get one block head and turn it into 2 This tough side, Imma leave a niggas room Spent a hundred thousand on the jewels Can't pull less than a deuce Boy I won't drop shit with a 5 We know these niggas up and died Please cross the line put 10 on a nigga Tap 10 make a friend do nigga or die only friends anyway Dug bag getting to the pay Dug got bitches in the A Dug got a bitch with a drake She let it blow and I'll say, say Bitch blow Still ain't hittin my dope Still ain't concealin my pole Fuck what they on There ain't no shootin when I'm home But niggas wanna beef on the phone Yeah I get it Bad bitches with me Big ass big titties I ain't crashin out At least not in my city What's the hatin about Had my truck early What's the waitin about I could cash anything Niggas say that I'm out No I make me feel Caught out stressin My niggas in jail Scooter not here Neff not neither I let a bitch go before she think I need her I'll leave a bitch lone before a bitch start cheating Get the fuck on Nah I don't trust hoes Still with the custos made me rich Still sippin' wock, shit made me sick From the third to the fifth I done moved 2 bricks I ain't heard about shit Who the fuck is you Hundred for a show And I still move blues Bitch Fuck wrong with these niggas and these hoes I ain't know no fightin Put cheese on you, yeah You know bought him a new truck, yeah We don't do bodies We don't do buffs, yeah Hey my ex bitch had two buffs Ex bitch had two trucks Fuck wrong with these niggas I'm gone