YURRRD!! lyrics

[Intro-Trouble & Bigga Rankin]
Dawg, now that you free, 431 days to be exact n*gga, what you goin' do?
You know what I been doing?
f*ckin them hoes, hahahaha
I'm free pus*y (hahahaha)
431 days to be exact, pus*y
pus*y (YURRRD)
You know what I'm talking about n*gga be going hard as a motherf*cker
Still got patnas doing stretches my n*gga
And we still busting like a b*tch
And n*ggas ain't just busting for me
I let my cannon off too, Carbon-15
You don't really understand do you n*gga
Well you better catch up with it ya know what im talmbout
It's a green light
That wasn't just a motherf*cking mixtape n*gga
It's a green light, for real
f*ck the red light on the beam like what it seem like

[Verse 1]
Little [?] told me "Ya better catch up"
Join the Mob or get wet up
Ion nann give a f*ck 'bout next up
No freshman b*tch, I'm a big dog
No rookie b*tch, I'm a young OG
Ain't nothing pus*y 'bout me
Try me I'll make them choppers sound off, sound off
Project n*gga gone off liquor, an alcoholic
They say they wanna get it popping, then I'ma start it
On the bullsh*t like always, pretty cool dude but I'm hella rude
When it's time for it, n*ggas be talking too much
I ain't got time for it
All black di*kie suit
I be thuggin' with the troops
Smoking bogies in the coupe
40,000 in my pocket pus*y
Push me if you wanna
I'ma kill you then go f*ck that hoe
Wake up getting blown
[Interlude]
YURRRD!
See, you n*ggas really don't understand, do you?
You n*ggas still don't understand
You n*ggas just a bunch of pus*y ass n*ggas who done linked up trying to create some sh*t
What they call that? A facade?
Yeah. You n*ggas a facade (YURRRD)
I should go up to an elementary school and pick up a drum from one of the kids
And I wonder if I put it on TV will the people realize which rapper it is
It'll be all in one, pus*y ass n*gga
It's still a green light

[Verse 2]
I stepped out of them prison gates
Finally free, December 17
431 days I've been roaming
Thinking about the time that I stripped MacBoney
Still on the same old f*cksh*t
FSC, we all we've got
f*cksh*t crew, who gon' touch who
2,000 will have you n*ggas through
2,000 to make your b*tch do what it do when she leave with our crew
You smiling, but I'm talking about setting your pus*y ass up with your troops
Fake ass industry n*gga don't want war
Fake ass rapper they really a bunch of wrestlers
Dusty musty little broke f*cks
Dusty musty little broke f*cks
Get it in, get it out
That's what I'm about (uh huh, uh huh)
Edgewood n*gga and I'm repping that South (uh huh, uh huh)
Eat my girl's pus*y up n*gga like yah, yah, yah
You don't understand really do ya n*gga like yurd, yurd, yurd (YURRRD)
[Outro]
Uh huh, uh huh
Yah, yah, yah, yah
YURRRD
Uh huh, uh huh
Yah, yah, yah, yah
YURRRD