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Young Guns
Richie Rich
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Hey, hey y'all
Hey, he live in the real, nigga
See, watch
We didn't even do rap, T-Looney
Young guns
All my motherfuckers in this
Uh, we got some young stallions in the motherfuckin' house
So we finna bust some cool type shit, you understand what I'm sayin'?
We call this shit the young guns
'Cause these young motherfuckers, man
Make a motherfucker feel like my Geritol ain't workin' at all
You understand me?
Motherfuckers poppin' that old wild ass shit
That nigga T-Looney and this motherfucker Mr. Eclipse, man
When the sun and the moon do things like that
Shit just turns out
Make a motherfucker feel like his pipe dreams ain't smokin' right
But peep this
Young guns
I call 'em young gats
Tit for tat
'Cause it's on like that
T-Looney and Mr. Eclipse
For sure
We touch more snow than ski trips
Young guns
I call 'em young gats
Tit for tat
'Cause it's on like that
T-Looney and Mr. Eclipse
For sure
We touch more snow than ski trips
With fat zips
You know they be lovely
The zips be so fluffy the whole town love me
So read my knights
I need acres like Spike
So I do the right thing
Cop a boatload of light green
No plastic baggies
Straight paper shots
One big bud
See, I'm givin' you love
And ain't no one nines, nigga
Twon for twon
Call Twist and these youngsters go lump for lump
It's a all night spot
Crackin' off the hook
And when the bitches roll through
You know they go through
A flossy dick nigga with the pillow sack
Send your mail through the front
And get your dope at the back
It's like that
Young guns
I call 'em young gats
Tit for tat
'Cause it's on like that
T-Looney and Mr. Eclipse
For sure
We touch more snow than ski trips
Young guns
Believe it
Call 'em young gats
Tit for tat
'Cause it's on like that
T-Looney and Mr. Eclipse
For sure
We touch more snow than ski trips
I'm your mama
I'm your daddy
I'm that nigga in that alley
Want some coke?
Got some weed
Need some plug?
Call Big T
How you want it, hard or soft?
My crema have you more stuckered than dork
Subpoena to a court in a arena full of powder stripes
Crash, cavin' money makin'
Cook it down to oil bases
Have it your way
'Cause it's the show way
What it do though?
The truth is in the eyes of a smoker
Transactions with Jackson got me producin' these boulders
I'm introducin' these fifty rocks
Ain't fuckin' with picky knocks
The monkey on the horseback
Makes her wanna give me cock
I guess she ain't heard
T the Looney
A post on the block
This slang rocks
Hells the facts to bounce the rocks
This country block is sold out
From all the rocks we swole up
So when the coppers roll up
That's when the choppers go nuts
Forty-fours and dozers
Soldiers holdin' some M-16s
I'm only fifteen in the kitchen
With cheese and triple beams
See the OG dope fiends told me this they will hear
So you know we slowly unloadin' the clip downstairs
But the feds did
DEA came in and let the lead spit
Threw niggas out the back door
Hopin' not to be stranded
'Cause I got too many bitches in these Oakland streets
Used for hideouts
When I sense the heat
I can't be stressin' off cops
I gotta go rest in some cock
Man, me and hella two chops
See how many my partners got popped
And every nigga for himself is what they tell me
But my cuddy T-Looney's in jail and I gotta go bail him
Tell him about the plans and the new cops
Invest in some Glocks
Give him the blueprints and new clips to open new spots
Knock, pop
Lockin' empires, takin' over the city
Shakin', bakin', sold to the mind of Franklin Nitty
Pimpin' the brick
Bitches that love me
Rich as they touch me
Question they man about the bed if you more than to fuck me
Flushy, I got the whole world in my hands
Cooler than a fan
A kingpin, nigga, 'cause I'm the man
Young guns
I call 'em young gats
Tit for tat
'Cause it's on like that
T-Looney and Mr. Eclipse
For sure
We touch more snow than ski trips
Young guns
I call 'em young gats
Tit for tat
'Cause it's on like that
T-Looney and Mr. Eclipse
For sure
We touch more snow than ski trips
Don't get your shit twisted up, man
This shit is player shit, man
The situation is young guns
The niggas flyin' the plane
It's a new hit called "Sito," man
Comin' up out the Bay
Narration
Bein' done by that nigga Double R, man
You know how we do this shit in the Bay
Finna bring it back to you fools, nigga
What like Wesley, I'm ready to start snipin'
Man, it ain't no pipin', nigga
Sito strikin'
Y'all ready to catch a sequel to Diamond Nigga
Had a itsy bitsy teeny weeny gat
And knew he couldn't see
With a whole bag of green headed my way
I had my all black magazine
Red dot triple beam
Dirty Gary in a beanie make my day
Bringin' the funk to motherfuckers like it's fright night
So stay up out my eyesight
Eclipse keeps clips so what that nine's like
Young guns
I call 'em young gats
Tit for tat
'Cause it's on like that
T-Looney and Mr. Eclipse
For sure
We touch more snow than ski trips
Young guns
I call 'em young gats
Tit for tat
'Cause it's on like that
T-Looney and Mr. Eclipse
For sure
We touch more snow than ski trips
Believe it
Hundred percent
Nine-fifth to the nine-six-six
C-Zicks and C-Zacks
That bird like kid
Nigga, Double R
Major motherfuckin' land
They ain't understand the tracks
My fuck shit is like unstoppable, man
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