Hot box with a paper tag on it

Your baby brother used to be my crash dummy

Don't call my phone if it ain't 'bout cash money



I don't wanna talk if it ain't 'bout cash money

I got a lot of shooters 'round me and they hungry

He sold a zip and now he acting like he Tony

I be chasing after money like I'm homeless

I had to leave that bitch alone cause she was bogus

Put a 100 on your head

Now a nigga dead

You niggas know that Young Savage will paint the city red

I don't want to do no song with these niggas cause they scared

Draco on the seat I keep that Draco on the seat

Molly, percs and weed you know these bitches like to eat

Slaughter gang, we slaughter hoes cause half these bitches freaks

All the shit I've been through man it change a young G

That's why I keep that hundred round drum around me

That's why I keep a lot of f**king guns around me

If you ain't with the gang you better not come around me

All that mother f**king leashing ain't no bum around me

You like that pillow talk but niggas shoot for fun around me



Round my way

They robbin' round my way

Shootin' around my way

Ain't nothing sweet you better keep a gun around my way

Round my way

They robbin' round my way

Shootin' around my way

Ain't nothing sweet you better keep a gun around my way

Round my way