These Ain't Out Yet - Young Dro

Boosie Badazz

Real lifestyle, nigga

Uncut and explicit

Straight up

Lord knows, these bitch niggas couldn’t live my cold lifestyle

If you really knew Boosie boo, then you would run right now

(Pussy ass niggas)

Sick of all of these niggas saying that they gangsters

(damn right)

(damn right)

We don’t rap beef like y’all rap beef, believe me, we spank ya

What you know 'bout riding strapped in a drop top

Finger on the trigger in the rearview Glock hot

Nigga tryna snatch ya girl from the hair spot (cold)

Fighting extortion from the narcotics

Hitters on the backseat and them thangs cocked (cold)

Burning niggas homes 'til they run out

At the graveyard watching my homeboys

Momma cried tears so you know that it’s on, boy

Picture perfect ain’t the word for this lifestyle

Loan sharking niggas, that don’t deserve to live this lifestyle

Penitentiary chances on the daily

Shootouts every week, shit deep, God saved me

Going to war for the same niggas that betrayed me

Attutude real rude, fuck you pay me

In

Louisiana where the streets ain’t gravy

Yeah, I’ll lay down anybody just to live like Baby

Lord knows, these bitch niggas couldn’t live my cold lifestyle

If you really knew Boosie boo, then you would run right now

(Pussy ass niggas)

Sick of all of these niggas saying that they gangsters

(damn right)

(damn right)

We don’t rap beef like y’all rap beef, believe me, we spank ya

Sickest clique ever did it, we don’t talk shit

How I live, a gun a part of my outfit

Take a pick, replace the six with the soda

It’s a front so if the nigga complain, game over

Y’all live a rap lifestyle, mine colder

One of the few you could believe what they told you

All day stalking, we click clacking

Studying niggas moves it’s cool, send a bitch at 'em

F.N rip a nigga til' holla'

Crime scene lost cause they thinking it’s a choppa

Real homework and I ain’t talking 'bout a scholar

Jump out sick, when I’m worth a million dollars

Living like this, then you got a million problems

In and out of courts, beefin' with your baby momma’s

You want beef?

Then that beef shit we got it

Whole clique murder ones, but we walk cause we solid

Lord knows, these bitch niggas couldn’t live my cold lifestyle

If you really knew Boosie boo, then you would run right now

(Pussy ass niggas)

Sick of all of these niggas saying that they gangsters

(damn right)

(damn right)

We don’t rap beef like y’all rap beef, believe me, we spank ya

Making niggas pay draft, this is real talk

Wink my eye, have you gone

A real boss

Thugging hard in Angola, on that real walk

Every nigga I done beefed wit had a big heart

Evil, the same place I see ya I leave ya

Going in niggas pockets, on GP

Hit the club after I bleed you to tease you

Everybody strapped to the max, even Nita

Shit, taking niggas chains off they neck

Want it back?

Then I gotta get a check

On Plank Road and they rip out the vet

Glock on the dresser everytime I have sex

Swerving down niggas block, vest up

Auntie telling me to change cause I’m living messed up (straight up)

Fuck rain, this is thunder mane

Director stole my script for the Hunger Games (Boosie)

Lord knows, these bitch niggas couldn’t live my cold lifestyle

If you really knew Boosie boo, then you would run right now

(Pussy ass niggas)

Sick of all of these niggas saying that they gangsters

(damn right)

(damn right)

We don’t rap beef like y’all rap beef, believe me, we spank ya