[Intro]
(QRedOnTheTrack)
Youngboy, Youngboy
(QRedOnTheTrack and he runnin' [?])
Mind of a Menace 2, yeah
Oh, Lord, please protect from these bitch niggas
On a mission tryna get rich, nigga
You ain't a fan, you gon' get it, nigga

[Verse 1]
It started with a dream, I'm only sixteen
But shit nigga it's my time to blow
I started with some niggas bout a year ago
But they ain't live up to the shit that they'll talk
But now I'm in it I'm my own boss
Now every nigga 'round me NBA they runnin' for
More money more problems, time to go to war
I feel its you or me, I ain't tryna go
It's just some shit that you don't do and we know right from wrong
Fuck wrong with you, nigga? Ion wan' do no song
Nigga, you know what you did and that shit was wrong
How I feel, nigga, play and we gon' get him gone
We posted on the block, don't give a fuck 'bout twelve
Keep it one-hunnid, one-hunnid niggas'll never fell
I'm strapped, I can't let you get me outta here
Ky got booked for a pistol, me and P bonded him outta jail
We be with that First 48 somethin'
See who gon' run up on me, bitch, who gon' take somethin'?
City-to-city I be with it, you know how I'm comin'
Screamin' "free D Dog, RIP Dave" until they put me under
Strapped from the belt, two holes in you, bitch, no Ferragamo

[Interlude]
Two holes in you, bih, no Ferragamo
Strapped from the belt, them holes in you, bitch, no Ferragamo
Yeah, yeah, YoungBoy

[Verse 2]
Runnin' with some steppers, who gon' stretch you if you trip
You know how we live, you know you ain't real
Tell him pull up since he say it's up there, how it is
Meet me by the Canal where Elijah got killed, pussy