[Intro]

(Ayy, 6ix)

It's Young Jef'

The motherfuckin' best

Yeah

Young Jefe, holmes

[Chorus]

Say she want a thug, she want a hood nigga, yeah

But she'll take a Russell Wilson, just a good nigga, yeah

I be with Big B like I'm fuckin' Jigga, yeah

I don't trust nan' one of these niggas, yeah

That bitch gon' fuck with me 'cause I get major figures, yeah

Way out by the sea, hop on a wave, nigga, yeah

Don't fuck with Glizzy, he be with gravediggers, yeah

Let niggas think it's sweet and we gon' spray at niggas, yeah

[Verse 1]

My nigga dead 'cause he went fed, he tried to say that he didn't

Stop tellin' me what my youngins did 'cause, bitch, this GG business

Kicked 'em out my circle, they was some squares, I'm playin' 'em at a distance

You ain't got a hundred thou', spent that on my ears, bitch, I don't do no listenin', yeah

Let me let you know, boy, that you's a real capper, yeah

Yeah, you's a broke boy, I be with real trappers, yeah

I'm from that Yo, boy, where we get real active (Yo-Yo)

These niggas say they active, but they real actors, yeah

I'm slidin' around this bitch like I play hockey, yeah

Oops, I popped a Tesla, lost my car key, yeah

Niggas was just on WIC, now we wake up palm trees, yeah

The baddest bitch out the clique, you know that's all me, yeah

[Chorus]

Say she want a thug, she want a hood nigga, yeah

But she'll take a Russell Wilson, just a good nigga, yeah

I be with Big B like I'm fuckin' Jigga, yeah

I don't trust nan' one of these niggas, yeah

That bitch gon' fuck with me 'cause I get major figures, yeah

Way out by the sea, hop on a wave, nigga, yeah

Don't fuck with Glizzy, he be with gravediggers, yeah

Let niggas think it's sweet and we gon' spray at niggas, yeah

[Verse 2]

Lately, I been buyin' properties

And I plan to buy the whole board up like Monopoly

Took her to the beach, she bust it open, she's a tropic freak

Always got a speech, she graduated for philosophy, yeah

I keep a Glock in my pants, you know these niggas jealous, yeah

I got them bands on me, you know I'm really heavy, yeah

Got a bossed-up bitch, don't wear shit but Birkins and Kellys, yeah

Had a Band-Aid on my face, she said I look like Nelly, yeah

Had your bitch, she gave me head while we was watchin' Belly, yeah

Even on my deathbed, it's still fuck 9-11, yeah

These niggas done went sour, I got big and better, yeah

Come on, give me my flowers, I hope they last forever