Young Pappy Acapella

I just dropped “2 Cups Pt. 1”

And “2 Day” just passed

Now I’m finna drop “2 Cups Pt. 2”

(2 Cups)

But that’s still not enough shorty, try me if you tough shorty

I ain’t got to buss, I pay a husk to get you tucked shorty

My shorties be thirsty cause they know I did too much shorty

They shoot for 2 Cups and they ain’t even know 2 Cups shorty

You could ask my pops, I ain’t never gave a fuck shorty

Silence on my Glock a few shots bet you hush shorty

Face shots say fuck a casket cremate, em’ dust shorty

Pockets full of dead presidents like Mt. Rush shorty

I ain’t never ever in my life been for none shorty

We grew up with knifes and had fights for our fun shorty

Taught to tote pipes, we see lights and we run shorty

My kids on her tongue, she like we might have a son shorty

I’m like is you dumb shorty, don’t you know my name shorty

They say I’m a menace to society like Caine shorty

I need everything shorty, you look like a stain shorty

Fuck easing the pain, I catch a op I might hang shorty

They let me off paper shorty, I swear I can take it shorty

They like you go crazy Young Pap, yo lil’ ass gone make it shorty

I ask for some sloppy top, I don’t see why you naked shorty

Can I get some top or naw, I don’t have time to cake it shorty

They like who yo competition, don’t know what that is shorty

You could ask my opposition, they know what we did shorty

Muchie roll up that Munchy cause we don’t smoke no mid shorty

This shit called death, and I ain’t talking ’bout yo ears shorty

I don’t do no dance, got this .40 in my pants shorty

Purple got me slurring, she like I can’t understand shorty

It’s 2015, fuck I look like throwing hands shorty

He must think I’m playing shorty, you better get yo mans shorty

I’m all white like Mensa shorty

She all white like Mensa shorty

We all white like Mensa shorty

This for you 2 Cups, we miss you shorty

Say that ain’t yo bitch, when she with me you make it a issue shorty

Nigga you don’t make no sense, she sucked my dick and you let her kiss you shorty

Young Pappy Chiraq

Applying that pressure on niggas

Niggas want me to stop (yeaaaaa)

I ain’t stopping for no nigga (the real chiraq) fuck

I will not stop for you bitch niggas how can I

Why would I stop for you hoe ass niggas

I got my Glock for the vice nigga

Don’t have me let off some shots at you hoe ass niggas

I do not rap just to diss nigga

This is my life please get off my dick nigga

Bitch I been in this since the 06′ nigga

How can I stop that don’t make no sense nigga (ok)

Now I got that off my chest nigga

You could stop flexing you know I’m the best nigga (fuck)

If I keep it I don’t need no vest nigga that 44 bull dogIm a vet nigga

Be this way till they put me to rest nigga

Either that or still I’m under arrest nigga

Put that gun to your mouth like its crest nigga

Show up to your address that’s how I address niggas

If you catch me in traffic then blow nigga

Don’t be shooting unless you gonna score nigga

You wanna be my opp fuck is you slow nigga

You will get shot just like them other four niggas

I smoke 93 I don’t smoke dro nigga

Only sip purple and pink when I pour nigga

I do not have these guns just for show nigga

You will get dropped just like your PO nigga

Niggas sneak dissing calling me hoe nigga

See me in person act like I’m your bro nigga

What they don’t get is that I don’t need no niggas

See you in person act like I don’t know niggas

I been doing this shit way before niggas

Out here like I ain’t got nowhere else to go nigga

We got weed we got crack we got blow nigga

2 for 15 everything for the low nigga

When you lackin’ don’t put on no show nigga

This shit I’m rappin’ bout I’m a just show niggas

Everyone wanna be chief

But I’m a be the one to take you out ya glo nigga

Folks say kill Chiraq (what)

Hotter than Montana 300 Kill Chiraq?

Tell folks I’m a kill Chiraq

Make Lil Herb fuck around throw his Chi back (fuck)

Boy I’m from the real Chiraq

We catch more bodies than the real Iraq

Know a real nigga that still shot back

Caught one to his neck and he still got whacked

Know a couple niggas that’s trained to go

That will bang the four till your brains will show

Run on up a nigga let the bangers go

Know his block name all he famous for

From the north pole boy I’m with that shit

And I got it for em just admit that shit

I’m the man around my side of town

Any hoe I want I could get that bitch

Niggas be woofin’ I say fuck em

Bitches be all in my business can’t trust em

Same niggas I use to fuck with

And who I grew up with

They hating cause they know I’m up next

All of you niggas is suspect

Take off leaving all of you lil niggas upset

Talking bout all of you niggas

I’m screaming fuck all of you niggas

But fuck that shit let’s switch the subject

Cooling with insane but say they my shorties

Catch you with that bag and they take that

With they righteous [?] they move it [?] its ajax

Send my bitch to find out where you stay at

We catch you and wet ya ass up like some latex

I guess that’s where you gon lay at

You must be a card cause lil homie don’t play that (get it?)

All of my niggas be with it

Take you out ya glory if you think you with it

I’ve put in work since the beginning

They caught they first body fuck they think they with it?

The shit we invented talk about all the shit we done did it

We catch bodies as God as our witness

If you not from Uptown

Then stay out our business (ON FOLKS!)

But I ain’t got a merch

I’m tired niggas talking bout can they get a verse (nooo)

Shawty she on me she fucking and sucking

And all she ask for in return is her purse

And that’s fine with me

I do hits by myself

Ain’t no nigga gon spend that time with me

I keep that nine one me

I don’t need no extendo

3 shots tip you over like we playing limbo

[?] my roll is a lambo my bitch is a nympho

I’m smoking on endo

I do that time cause I don’t give off info

If I get that membo I bet its semptembo

TFG PBG that is my favo

So free my bro Nicky and rip Inno

Don’t play them games I’m not Nintendo

Stay away from them lames who I cannot depend on

Know a couple niggas that’s trained to go

That will bang the four till your brains will show

Run on up a nigga let the bangers go

Know his block name all he famous for (Lil Foe!)

From the north pole boy I’m with that shit

And I got it for em just admit that shit

I’m the man around my side of town

Any hoe I want I could get that bitch (Period!)

Young Pappy Phones

2 Cups

2 Blunts

Shorty ass tweaked

Don’t be dumb

Wait hold on

Who the fuck is this on my line this time?

Broke bitch I ain’t got a dime this time

Talking bout you pregnant, girl you lying this time

Cause I know I strapped up

Boy it’s real in the field so you know I’m strapped up

It’s real when all the raw niggas getting clapped up

Know it’s real when to own nigga getting clapped up

And he die right next to you

Turn the savage up, do a drill what he next to do

Boy that pole ain’t real who you flexing too

Girl I just want some top, I ain’t sexting you

See I’ll pass on that, gas on deck, money 3 gas

I’ll smash on that

Let them free spazz and I’ll spazz on the track

I ain’t never been a hoe, I’ll blast on pap, on Pooh Bear

Knock Knock on your door like who there put

The pole to his face like you there

Try to move out the way take two there

Nigga I’m too real, nigga it’s too rare

Don’t wanna cross a nigga like me hoe

Send shots I ain’t talking about free throw

Smoke rock I ain’t talking bout C4

He talking about keno, he talking about rocket man

Got me higher then a rocket man, 30 on me I’ll pop it man

Ppg got a plug, no socket man, man that’s gang

Niggas know how we rocking man, I ain’t flodging man

Got Got like 17 pairs of trues right now in my closet (designer)

Got Gucci, got Louie, got Robins

2 cups, 2 blunts, 2 mollies

I do drugs shorty so ion even remember

The last time I fucked shorty

Talking about you pregnant you can get off my line

So you must be drunk shorty

On my life

I ain’t for none shorty

On my life

On my baby though

I ain’t for none

On my life

Fuck wrong

Wait wait hold on

Who the fuck on my line this time?

A unknown number calling it’s probably my P.O so I ain’t gonna decline this time

Hello

(Pap you a bitch when I catch you imma nail you that’s on my homie nigga)

What? Boy fuck yo homie nigga I’m in traffic right now with it on me nigga

So come get up it with me

Matter of fact

Where you at? Ima get up with you

Ion give a fuck who you with

They getting hit up with you

The ambulance pick you up they getting picked up with you

Cause I ain’t missing not none of these

Nigga you ain’t getting one you getting some of these

Nigga I do hits that shit fun to me

Nigga can’t say shit about what he done to me

I got shot, my homie got changed right in front of me

Then Keno die (Keno) then Munchy die (Munchy)

A couple niggas got hit up (boom)

And they lucky they ass still alive

So get off my phone

I don’t know whats wrong

A nigga talking about he wanna do a song

I think he tryna set a nigga up

But you know I ain’t going

Tell that fuck nigga leave me alone

Wait hold on

Fuck wrong with these niggas man

These niggas funny as hell

Wait hold on

Go get some fucking money man

My shit clapping on my baby though

Who the fuck is this on my line this time?

What up bro they call me Mac

Man I’m trying get a feature

Well you know I’m finna tax nigga how much you got

I got 650

Nigga I need 7

Come on Bro work with me

Ight send it to western union

Send the beat to my email

Send it to my yahoo, I don’t give out my gmail

I know a motherfucker know me from the old me I ain’t even saying it like Imma OG

Put in work by myself nigga fuck 4 deep

Do a drill in with a bandana on fuck low key

Nigga we be so deep, on the block

Selling hard we pop out 3 o’clock

All the way to the grave yard

My brother told me

Work hard, play hard, got shells for these niggas that just wanna play hard

Wait hold on

Young Pappy 2 Of Everything

[Young Pappy:]

(“Wait, wait, wait hol’ on! “)

Wait, pour me up two times for Two Cups

A deuce and the liter, two eights of kush got me too stuck

Ever since Pooh Bear died, I ain’t give two fucks

About no nigga, I treat niggas like I’m Ku Klux

That mean I don’t hang with ’em!

Nah, I don’t bang with ’em!

It been the same ten year niggas that done changed, nigga Swear I stay the same through all the pain and this rain, nigga Blow out his brain, I see everything he think, nigga

Wait, pour me up two times for Two Cups

A deuce and the liter, two eights of kush got me too stuck

Ever since Pooh Bear died, I ain’t give two fucks

About no nigga, I treat niggas like I’m Ku Klux

That mean I don’t hang with ’em!

Nah, I don’t bang with ’em!

It been the same ten year niggas that done changed, nigga Swear I stay the same through all the pain and this rain, nigga Blow out his brain, I see everything he think, nigga

Wait, wait slow me up, I ain’t with that bullshit

Pour me up another time, now I’m on that bullshit

They say I turned savage I used to be on some cool shit

They must got me confused with the niggas I was cool with shooting shit

I kept shit a ‘hunnid since I been a young

I’m used to having nothing that’s why I do all this stunting Niggas who I beef with they don’t tweak cause they know how I’m coming

He dead on me, he run up on me, must be high off something

I don’t know what niggas be thinking but I know niggas be tweaking

Keep yo’ eyes open, limit yo’ blinking

She thirsty to have my kids so I’m gon’ let her swallow my semen

I never refused them county calls cause not one time my shit ringed

Cause I know how that shit feel, fake niggas gon’ say that real Real niggas gon’ play they role, broke niggas can’t pay they bill I wish niggas stop all this block popping but I guess that’s the way that they drill

Two cups, two blunts, two bottles popping the only way my pain gon’ heal

Say I know how that shit feel, fake niggas gon’ say that real Real niggas gon’ play they role, broke niggas can’t pay they bill I wish niggas stop all this block popping but I guess that’s the way that they drill

Two cups, two blunts, two bottles popping the only way my pain gon’ heal… (“Wait hol’ on! “)

Wait, pour me up two times for Two Cups

A deuce and the liter, two eights of kush got me too stuck

Ever since Pooh Bear died, I ain’t give two fucks

About no nigga, I treat niggas like I’m Ku Klux

That mean I don’t hang with ’em!

Nah, I don’t bang with ’em!

It been the same ten year niggas that done changed, nigga Swear I stay the same through all the pain and this rain, nigga Blow out his brain, I see everything he think, nigga

[Lil Vell:]

Ride through the opps hood in the steamer van

If we see a opp, slide doors

Five niggas hop out with’ eight or nine poles ‘

Till like 89 shots, fuck like 85 hoes I’m a motherfucking demon OTE be the team and [?] we do too much for no reason

Been sipping on lean so I’m leaning off all of these drugs

You take all of these slugs if you tweaking

All of them shots!

Lil’ nigga don’t leave off this block until you get off all of them rocks

Yelling [?] block and I be with them 50 niggas

They know 50 got all the lil’ thots

They like, “Damn, we can’t take y’all!”

“Catch y’all at the club we gon’ spray y’all!”

Better ask the opps about Shay Dog Cannon, how we do y’all? Move shit around like a U-Haul

Better ask the opps about Q-Ball before you get yo’ shit blew off!

I be with’ a whole lotta’ shooters, I be with’ a whole lotta’ killers Got a whole lot of Rugers, smoking on a whole bunch of Munchie

Flexing on a whole scout, money, hoes say I’m acting funny Everybody know I keep a ratchet, two Glock.40’s with a Tec And I’m in love with the act and just hollered at the plug, better patch it

Give a fuck if he taxing, I’m a make this shit back, man

[Young Pappy:]

Wait, pour me up two times for Two Cups

A deuce and the liter, two eights of kush got me too stuck

Ever since Pooh Bear died, I ain’t give two fucks

About no nigga, I treat niggas like I’m Ku Klux

That mean I don’t hang with ’em!

Nah, I don’t bang with ’em!

It been the same ten year niggas that done changed, nigga Swear I stay the same through all the pain and this rain, nigga Blow out his brain, I see everything he think, nigga

Young Pappy Seasson

I be on the pole on that where it’s cold at

You gone need a cold hat, sweater and some more shit

Counting Guala my designer way better than your shit

These niggas be talkin be the same niggas ain’t on shit

I be on the pole on that where it’s freezing at

Swear to god it gets cold, no matter whatever the season at

Know a real nigga that talk

Don’t give no fuck bout where your reason at

‘Cause I’m a real nigga won’t fold

If you my bro I’ll never leave you and that’s no Bullshit

I’m with Savage Sheen on that Bull shit

Got that Scotty Pimpin’ with me I’ll empty a full clip

450 some robins, another 450 for some new kicks (Designer)

And my designer not made in china this ain’t no Fu shit

So, get off that bullshit

Talking but never do shit

They like, Pap, this shit cold, this shit old

Just wait on my new shit

They like, “Pap, you’re wrist froze, this shit old”

Just wait on my new shit

Put ya brains to the floor I’m a flourist

I’m taking flight on these niggas I’m a tourist

I be on the pole on that where it’s cold at

You gone need a cold hat, sweater and some more shit

Counting Guala my designer way better than your shit

These niggas be talkin be the same niggas ain’t on shit

[x2]

They say I’m the man, But I rather be rich then famous

All these bands just bought me all these haters

Got me feelin’ like I already made it

I can’t take it

Got all these niggas bitches on my dick now

So many hoes I don’t know who to pick now

At the top, I don’t never wanna get down

Look at my wrist now

Look at my kicks now

Look at my bitch now

Bet you I’m on cause I ain’t never said I’m rich now

This is for them hoes

Tell them I don’t want shit now

I don’t be flodging at all

Swear I got new pair of True Religions bought Robins and all

Wanna see some designer all you gotta do is look in my closet

That’s all

I go crazy, go stupid

In the coup, I be coupin’

I keep Spazz right here with me, I swear he know all my new shit

Niggas sneak diss my name when They see me they never do shit

Blow out a nigga brains I can see that he never knew shit

He’s clueless

Got a big mean roll on me so I gotta keep a pole on me

Cover that K cause a fuck nigga told on me swear I don’t even know homie

Got a big mean roll on me so I gotta keep a pole on me

Cover that K cause a fuck nigga told on me swear I don’t even know homie

I be on the pole on that where it’s cold at

You gone need a cold hat, sweater and some more shit

Counting Guala my designer way better than your shit

These niggas be talkin be the same niggas ain’t on shit

[x4]

Young Pappy Afterlife Pt.2

2 Cups

Aye, I’m finna just spazz, alright?

And shout out to Spazz, right?

I remember being a youngin’, fresh in the game

Pops wasn’t home so I was trying to get blessed in the game

Hustling rocks on the block, summertime in the rain

Thirsty for a body, trying my best just to get a name

I was in that shit to win it

Empty that clip till it’s finished

Schooled by them older dudes that was there from the beginning

I was a shorty they told the whole story but the ending

See my life was like a movie but this movie can’t be rented

I’ve been sinning but we all sin, the Bible say we all kin

You know it don’t work like that my nigga, we can’t all win

Mama taught me keep my circle small, that way it’s more for me

Stopped supporting me when she start having to go to court for me

Lil’ nigga by that corner store, fuck you on that corner for?

Trying to get a dollar, niggas left bro on that corner floor

They forgot about my homie like he wasn’t born before

Trying to see that light, you niggas ain’t been through that storm before

Cause that sunshine ain’t always bright

And them niggas that be talking, they ain’t always right

Man, my niggas changed on me, we was always tight

Before them bodies got to dropping, we would always fight

But shit changed it’ll never be the same no more

Why the fuck these handcuffs don’t feel strange no more?

Lord please, I don’t want to feel this pain no more

Them cloudy days hoping that it ain’t gone rain no more cause when it rains it pours

It’s real in this field, nigga

Most of them niggas in your circle ain’t the real, nigga

When them guns pop them headshots don’t heal, nigga

Mama said if you don’t get killed then the state’ll deal with ya

And that’s real fucked up cause she was right

So when I was in that cell I thought about that every night

Got a kite sent from my homie, said “Stop playing with them pipes!”

Told me, “Fuck them other niggas, boy, this music shit your life!”

Took too much to earn my stripes, but I earnt the motherfuckers

Took a while to learn my papers, but I learnt them motherfuckers

Keep them out your business if it don’t concern that motherfucker

You can’t cross this bridge again once you burn that motherfucker

I’ve been through a lot of stress that’s why I know some shit

Especially to trust a bitch as far if you condone the bitch

You don’t show that hoe where your stash at if you don’t know that bitch

My plug roll that shit so when I cop it he gone blow that shit

I be on my grind all the time cause time money, man

I know being broke is a joke, that shit ain’t funny, man

They say if you out there in them streets then your a dummy, man

But got to eat one way or the other, shit you don’t understand

Niggas don’t get it, it took a lot just to get me

Swear to God when I make it I’m taking my niggas with me

Rest in peace to Felisha, Henno, Lil Edy and Timmy

Freaky, Pooh Bear and Eazy

Damn it, I lost way too many

Boosie say if you my nigga you my nigga then

Don’t split up like dividends be there for ’em thick and thin

But in the end, niggas ain’t loyal boy they’ll snake you

Same niggas be yo homies and when you make it, they hate you

Streets gone be there forever and when you gone they replace you

Lil’ bro don’t go down this road cause you ain’t gone like where it take you

Don’t follow me, lil’ nigga acknowledge and pay yo homage

Shout out to all my niggas like Spazz, Midnight and Bonnet

I told Mensa that I was gone make it, I made a promise

They don’t give it to me, shit I’m a take it and that’s a promise

50 a hunnid bonds, hunnid and 52 hunnid more

You say you keep it on you, nigga what you running for?

Boy, you ain’t really got a bag, what you stuntin for?

Hunnid rounds in this K, it sounds like my niggas drumming, though

This for my brother, though, this really ain’t no letter, bro

See this shit I’m doing? I just want you to do better, bro

Man, my niggas changed on me like the weather, bro

Hunnid mill’ what I’m a settle for, fo’ real

Young Pappy Homicide

Boom, bitch!

Spray the whole room, bitch, on that goon shit

Move bitch!

Fuck up out my way, skirt, vroom, bitch!

Savage niggas!

We pop out at night, that raccoon shit

Checking in at daylight, but you can still get smoked at noon, bitch

Boom, boom, boom, bitch!

We play with the same guns off Doom, bitch

They like, “when 2 Cups Part 3 gon’ drop?”

I’m like, “soon bitch!”

If you still ain’t heard 2 Cups Part 1, then get in tune, bitch

Bangers steel say, stainless steel like a spoon kit

Glaaat, bitch!

That’s that Tec, bitch, or that Mac, bitch

Brains all on the floor, I’ll let it blow, till’ his shit splash, bitch

Get back, bitch!

Smoking dead niggas, we can match, bitch

They say when they catch me, they gon’ whack me

Still ain’t whack shit!

Lack, bitch? I don’t lack, bitch, I got my gat, bitch

Flame up, fuck is that shit? Bitch, that cat piss

It’s reeking, nigga, and we eating nigga

On that fat shit!

Fresh up outta’ jail wrecking shit

Like Da Brat, bitch!

Skirt, bitch, what’s the word, bitch?

Fuck what you heard, bitch!

Young Pappy a savage, turn your block into the Purge, bitch

Let it spray, shout out to the K, and free Bird, bitch

That’s your main? Shout out to her brain, hella nerd, bitch

Swerve, bitch!

Better not be on my block trying to serve shit

Why you trying to beef with me your goof’ ass from the burbs, bitch?

Pistol to his mouth, he started stumbling over his words, bitch

Put your shit on the curb, his brains look like he still ain’t learn shit

Swerve, bitch!

Better not be on my block trying to serve shit

Why you trying to beef with me your goof’ ass from the burbs, bitch?

Pistol to his mouth, he steady, stumbling over his words, bitch

Put your shit on the curb, his brains look like he still ain’t learn shit

Time for me to Spaz, nigga

Shout out my bro Spazz, nigga

Go and diss, I ain’t gon’ respond, that’s your ass, nigga

Try to rob who? Bitch, please, I’ll be the last, nigga

Pull this bitch out like a futon, Jimmy Neutron, I’ll blast niggas

Is you mad, nigga?

I don’t honor no man with no badge, nigga

All I know is get cash, nigga

Stunting hard like my dad, nigga

Love living this life, shorty

I done earned my stripes like plaid, nigga

All you gotta do is ask niggas

Body bag, fuck a casket, nigga

Them head shots

Rolling up all the dead ops

Free Leek out the fed’s spot

Boy these niggas softer than tampons

I’m knowing, nigga, ain’t no probably I’m blowing

Nigga, hell nah, I ain’t going for no one

Double Twos what I’m pouring

Shorty, that’s that Two Cups

Nigga I don’t give two fucks, about none of y’all niggas!

Say the ops trying to turn up

Take one of us, we taking some of y’all niggas!

Shorty we ain’t going for that

Niggas gonna feel sorry for that

Making niggas have heart attacks

But we ain’t falling back

My niggas be on all of that

Gun fights, fuck a brawling match

Boy, it’s 2015, young nigga, at the age of fifteen

He was out here – clapping shit, whacking shit, putting niggas on that big screen!

Them niggas talk that savage shit, actually they don’t even know what that shit mean!

Point and aim, I got a green bean that’ll turn a nigga into a string bean

Boy, it’s 2015, young nigga, at the age of fifteen

He was out here – clapping shit, whacking shit, putting niggas on that big screen!

Them niggas talk that savage shit, actually they don’t even know what that shit mean!

Point and aim, I got a green bean that’ll turn a nigga into a string bean

Young Pappy Two Cups.

R.I.P to my big brother 2, (2 cups)

We the realest niggas round here

Reporting live from the pole where its cold

If he ain’t from the pole where its cold don’t come down here

Just come round here get found here

Another body turn his momma smile to a frown here

Ha! I’m getting tired of this lifestyle

That 30 with ain’t nobody trying to fight now(nah)

Applying pressure knot a nigga up in sight now

Up the pipe on him make a goofy nigga pipe down

That ice on me bling bow they be like wow

Its time to turn up nigga, no more mister nice guy

I don’t pop molly really but today I might try

They took my big brother Mensa I’m thinking like why

Was it the money, was it the cars

Was it the way that he was stunting was he flexing to hard

Was it the way he was finessing trying to stack or starve

Cause everything he see a nigga he wanna hear some bars

Like Pap, you go harder than prona

Yo father yo momma yo mom momma never knew my pop

Father was one of the only niggas condoning in my drama

So if you gone smoke for me I want you to pour for me on 2

For my big brother 2

Cause man that nigga had the juice

They looking at me like shoot, I’m looking at them like who

The fuck you think I’m finna do, think I’m finna stop now

Boy hell nah I’m gone blow, he would did the same for me

I do the same shit for bro, I catch a opp and I’ma score

Cause niggas know and bitches know (Let’s Go)

When I’m rolling through my city nigga all I see is crime

Everybody saying they know me, everybody lying

And Ain’t nobody lane checking everybody driving

Nd everybody poled up so everybody firing

You better get a gun, boy they say PBG them niggas

They ain’t fit for none, I keep it on me

On my homie I ain’t finna run

Concealed up in my gucci belt I tuck the biggest gun

So if a nigga run up on me, Ima get him done

My flow tighter than virgin vagina

I’m telling them Ima make they looking like no liar

I’m leaning just like a chulo, ain’t bout talking lowrider

These rapping niggas is sweet

I’m just feigning for more cider

From the city the murder capital everybody know about (chiraq)

Money over starve I can’t go without

And they got the nerve to tell me Ima motor mouth

But all this shit I rap about my team and them will go about

So Ima ball harder till the day that I get slaughtered

And shoutout to them hittas that be still thugging on Lawrence

And nigga I ain’t stopping till the day I’m in the coffin

And my shoulder say pink dolphin

Hoes up on me get them off me (huh)

I can look in your eyes and tell you fake homie

Fucking his main bitches, suppose to be your main homie

It been them same 10 years niggas that done changed on

Boy you must be talking to the jakes, you acting strange homie

Where the trust at, where the love at

I give up all of my money to get 2 cups back

I need some dope I need some bud, wheres bud at

No swimming pool full of liquor, where the flood at

He first hit’em look at the camera and there go Mensa

Say niggas know he point his fingers like they gone remember

I take ring off he getting money right off my dinner

Just letting bro know I remember that day in December too!

They took my big brother 2

Cause man that nigga had the juice

They looking at me like shoot, I’m looking at them like who

The fuck you think I’m finna do, think I’m finna stop now

Boy hell nah I’m gone blow, he would did the same for me

I do same shit for bro, I catch a deli and its score

Cause niggas know and bitches know

You gone remember for life!

Young Pappy Angels

This one goes out to my shorties

And all my shorties, Lucci got that forty, he gon’ blast out

Team Extortion

Shout out Lucci, nigga! Hold on…

Shout out Lucci, nigga!

Shout out, Lucci, nigga!

Catch me sliding through the K, with the sunroof up

Man, she tastes so good that’s on Two Cups, make a nigga never wanna loose touch

Told my bitch let me see her real hair, tell that hoe that Brazilian shit!

Tell you, baby, if you pop this pill right now, make you sit on the dick do a million tricks

I could put you in a condo in the Trumps, what’s up? I could move you away

Have you feeling like “The World Is Yours,” have you calling a nigga Scarface

Baby, feel free, you can come talk to me

I don’t think she understands, because I don’t really talk to her how I want to

Tell them, BU, I don’t think they remember the second day in December

They don’t understand what me and my brother go through

Turn a nigga into some Tofu

Don’t pour one, baby, pour two

Two of everything, for my brother Mensa, why you actin’ like this shit so new?

Party pad just sold out

It’s a drug you don’t know about

Got me rolling, if a nigga rolling, he getting rolled out!

Put the Munchie in the air, put the Munchie in the air, how you feel about that?

You can scream as loud as you want, as loud as you can, ain’t nobody gon’ hear

Do you think it’s colder, on the North Pole?

Tell you, baby, if you pop this pill right now, Lord knows

I could put you in a condo in the Trumps, what’s up? I could move you away

Have you feeling like “The World Is Yours,” have you calling a nigga Scarface

Baby, feel free, you can come talk to me

I don’t think she understands, because I don’t really talk to her how I want to

I know I remember that day in September

Was asking like, “Grand dad are you gonna’ pay for what Lil’ Pooh Bear mamma go through?”

Yeah, that fuck nigga gone too

Don’t pour one, baby, pour two

Two of everything, for my brother Mensa, why you actin’ like this shit so new?

Party pad just sold out

It’s a drug you don’t know about

Swear, I’m gon’ share

When y’all getting all flexing, I won’t hold out

Gone good girl, tell me if it’s you

You gon’ ride for me, die for me? Tell me if it’s true

You gon’ drop these other bitches? Let it be me and you

As long as your ass listen when I tell you what to do

You gon’ ride for a nigga?

Would you die for a nigga?

12 pull up on our side, would you lie for a nigga?

Take the case, stash the pipe for a nigga?

Take the way, show me you’ll fight for your nigga

It’s a lot of good girls in this world

And I promise I done ran across a few

But when a good girl goes bad, and all hell breaks loose:

Shit, what you expect a good nigga to do?

Shit, I done been loyal too

A lot of hoes want you to be faithful, but they never give the same in return

I won’t go into detail, but I done been with all kind of females, and that’s why you live and you learn

Catch me riding down Wilson

Make a right down Hazel

Popping bottles out the Limousine, for Icky, if a nigga pop out, we gon’ blaze him!

Smoking Teezy where we left him at

All white like Mensa, but we pop out all black

We ain’t done no action, but we for all that, when she call, I don’t answer, but still can’t never call back!

So niggas know and bitches know

So niggas know and bitches know

Niggas know and bitches know

Niggas know and bitches know

Niggas know and bitches know

Niggas know and bitches know

Niggas know and bitches know

Hold on, wait hold on, niggas know and bitches know

Young Pappy Boom

[Young Pappy:]

It’s catch a opp whack a opp

Spot a opp drop a opp

Boy I’m on that I ain’t gon’ show it unless a nigga gon’ blow that

Boy I got this bitch on me better act like you know that

I got alot of money never put on before that

Paying they respects to a nigga like they owe that

See I’m from the pole where its cold where it snow at

Where if you ain’t ridin then my niggas

Come and tow that, (Da Fuck!)

I got hoes on my dick, man them hoes wanna eat for the fun Bitch I got Hoes got money, got guns

Niggas stay outta my business cause they know I ain’t for none

You will get whacked, don’t lack

Nigga run, if you scared go to church

Better act like a nun, an still get taxed if

You wanna verse done, got pills, weed

Crack by the Ton, (Hol on!)

It’s catch a Opp Whack a Opp

Nigga we don’t play around

My niggas still up with them guns, that’ll

Lay em Down

If them cops come patrolling we don’t

Make a sound (Shhhhh!)

That’s how it’s suppose to go, you up the

Pole nigga you was suppose to blow

My niggas post up on the corner like they

Own the store, you better take your ass

Home before that chrome explode, cause

Nigga I’m gon blow, my bro gon blow

Skeeno gon blow, Witzsco gon blow (Let’s go!)

Even my bitch gon blow, nigga I ain’t even

Gotta say shit no more, your guns is for

Show, stop cappin nigga, better stop

Lackin while its crackin nigga, nah we ain’t

Ducking no action nigga, my double jeans

Tuck that Rachet nigga, (It go BOOM! Da fuck!)

Man niggas know I ain’t for none of that

I wish a nigga wood like a Lumber Jack

Scotty off the Molly and Lil Von is rollin up

The Yack, I got a Mac and that bitch go Aracchhh (Aracchhh!), Semi automatic it take off a nigga back, Put the Pump to his chest like a Asthma attack, Get whack! Niggas hidin’ they ain’t say where they at let’s get it

Big ass gun that’s thirty

Long ass clip hold thirty

Long ass barrel on the track

Semi automatic on the K

I be on the pole where it’s cold

I be on the road doin’ shows

Nigga I’m with Spazz that’s bro

And we don’t give a fuck ’bout no hoes

Man niggas know I ain’t for none of that

I wish a nigga wood like a Lumber Jack

Scotty off the Molly and Lil Von is rollin up

The Yack, I got a Mac and that bitch go Aracchhh (Aracchhh!), Semi automatic it take off a nigga back, Put the Pump to his chest like a Asthma attack, Get whack! Niggas hidin’ they ain’t say where they at let’s get it

Big ass gun that’s thirty

Long ass clip hold thirty

Long ass barrel on the track

Semi automatic on the K

I be on the pole where it’s cold

I be on the road doin’ shows

Nigga I’m with Spazz that’s bro

And we don’t give a fuck ’bout no hoes

[PBG Spazz:]

Know a nigga know about spazz out

Run up on you mac fully loaded with the mask out

You a’ get poked tryna stunt with your cash out

All I roll is dope get me fried till pass out

Catch a nigga lackin he ain’t got it take his ass out

Dump a nigga body like I’m ’bout to take the trash out

I be off this remy got this henny I’m a smash out

Boy I know you fuck niggas don’t want me to spazz out

I’m the last man niggas wanna fuck with

I don’t give a fuck tell a fuck nigga suck dick

Gucci Louie Prada and designer and a trukfit

We out, blow him down if a nigga lookin’ suspect

I know none of ya’ll niggas expect this

Word around town Lil Spazz gon’ wreck shit

Shout out to his neck, he ain’t even want his necklace

And I don’t want sex bitch I only want the neck bitch

I’m the same nigga still nothin’ changed nigga

I just want the money I ain’t in it for the fame nigga

You a lame nigga I don’t know what came with ya

You a’ get stained you gon’ get changed nigga

I don’t bang with ya never been insane with ya

You ain’t PBG or TFG I wouldn’t hang with ya

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Niggas say they don’t fuck with me I don’t even blame niggas

Cause’ I be poled up, hell ya shown up

The windows rolled down when I roll up

In a foreign ass car doin’ donuts

Boy I’m from the pole where it’s colder than [?]

Double-M two cups tear that pole up

The remix can’t stop bitch I go nuts

Thirty on me stickin’ out nigga don’t touch

Niggas know and bitches know that I’m gon’ buss

[Young Pappy:]

Man niggas know I ain’t for none of that

I wish a nigga wood like a Lumber Jack

Scotty off the Molly and Lil Von is rollin up

The Yack, I got a Mac and that bitch go Aracchhh (Aracchhh!), Semi automatic it take off a nigga back, Put the Pump to his chest like a Asthma attack, Get whack! Niggas hidin’ they ain’t say where they at let’s get it

Big ass gun that’s thirty

Long ass clip hold thirty

Long ass barrel on the track

Semi automatic on the K

I be on the pole where it’s cold

I be on the road doin’ shows

Nigga I’m with Spazz that’s bro

And we don’t give a fuck ’bout no hoes

Man niggas know I ain’t for none of that

I wish a nigga wood like a Lumber Jack

Scotty off the Molly and Lil Von is rollin up

The Yack, I got a Mac and that bitch go Aracchhh (Aracchhh!), Semi automatic it take off a nigga back, Put the Pump to his chest like a Asthma attack, Get whack! Niggas hidin’ they ain’t say where they at let’s get it

Big ass gun that’s thirty

Long ass clip hold thirty

Long ass barrel on the track

Semi automatic on the K

I be on the pole where it’s cold

I be on the road doin’ shows

Nigga I’m with Spazz that’s bro

And we don’t give a fuck ’bout no hoes