Young n*gga lyrics

Y'all ready to do this sh*t?

Bust em

[ VERSE 1 ]
When I was young I had the lust to pull the trigger
And make change out a 5-dollar-ass n*gga
And as time went on, I gained much love
But seen n*ggas' guts bust at a nightclub
Too young to get my ass in, but they didn't trip
Cause if I didn't get in, they knew I'd start sh*t
So I was treated like the muthaf*ckin pope
Security see me, so they scope
And follow me around like a flock of hoes
I had a squab with a b*tch with a big-ass nose
I started to knock the b*tch out, but before I could
I'm stopped short by a redneck peckerwood
But he was slow, with the other hand slapped the ho
Then security rushed us out the backdo'
So when I grabbed the nine, they thought I'd go nuts
I'd roll by and bust caps at the grown-up's
Young n*gga got bold and off the liquor
As a young n*gga

(He said, "Young-ass n*gga!")
(You dumb n*gga, you)
[ VERSE 2 ]
Well, what do you know, it's summer time
And every young n*gga my age is on the grind
Workin for the city
A drugstore on evey goddamn corner, and n*ggas actin sh*tty
About who sell where and whose dope is it
So some n*ggas around the block, they paid us a visit
But we ain't comin off sh*t but a drive-by
I guess they wanna expand to go city-wide
So we hung muthaf*ckas by the barbed wire
Whoever was a snitch or b*tch or liar
And five-o is gettin kinda dense
Cause the wire was missin from a county jail fence
Breakin off boulders
And the n*ggas from around the block they said they told us
Not to short-stop, so my n*gga got popped
I looked down, and I'm shocked
To see him layin dead by the bushes
As a young n*gga

[ VERSE 3 ]
sh*t is gettin hectic, my mission had to flow smooth
We hit the corner in a '65 old school
Bustin at n*ggas twice my age
Muthaf*ckas catchin heat from my gauge
They tried to shoot back, but it ain't like that
Cause I'm the n*gga with the biggest gat
Hoes get f*cked and eat the bullet
Cause the trigger that got my n*gga, one of them had to pull it
My n*gga with the nine said, "Forget it"
But I seen a n*gga point his finger and say, "He did it"
I loaded up the clip and shot him in the di*k
And kept on bustin' till his leg kicked
Now we Audi 5000, G
The glasspacks on the '65 got noisy
We had to smash
Cause five-o was right behind our ass
We had to get away, we dumped the A.K
And the gauge in the bushes on the way
The cops kept bustin', n*ggas kept cussin'
About which way to go fussin'
We hit the corner, and they bust
At some n*ggas lookin' just like us
We knew it was about that time
Hopped out my homeboy's sh*t, and into mine
We got away, because they couldn't figure
Which one of the boys was that young n*gga