My Lil Son

(Album: Happy Thanksgiving & Merry Christmas - 2016)

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Yeah, that's my lil son, I son that boy, Aight, send that boy
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Don't play with my lil son, That my son, Aight send that boy

Yeah, that's my lil son, he dumb
Referee official, stretch you out, he dumb
He riding round with a fishing pole
Look at him, he dumb
He clutching, he know nigguhs won't get at him
He dumb, I will send my son to spit at you
(What's ha'ning nigguh)
Fuck everybody who remember you
We smashing nigguhs by the hour
I'll send my dog to dog you, you're dog food
My son'll blam you for a half ounce of dog food

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Aight, send that boy
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Yeah, that's my lil son, I son that boy
Don't play with my lil son, That my son, Aight send that boy

[NBA Youngboy:]
Who you thinking bout sliding on, nigguh
No, I ain't going for it
38 baby, I'm out that north, bitch, I got plenty roids
NBHO, he trained to go, I'll send that boy
Fuck who he riding with, I want him gone
Big brother, finish him, (fuck that nigguh)
Dude career gone, we around, he on heroin
My lil son outta Brookstown, murk a nigguh for a Iphone
Play with my name, think it's a game
What type a shit you on?
No, I won't respond on Instagram, I ain't beefing
Boy, I ain't gon' play with you, spitting on yo' block with a hunnid shots
We gon' get rid of you, we don't give a damn, you gon' get slammed when I wet you
All out the window with that stick, we gon' fuck over you
On 3 'n'em, bitchass

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Aight, send that boy, Yeah, that's my lil son
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Yeah, that's my lil son, Aight, send that boy
Aight, send that boy, That my son
I son that boy
Yeah, that's my lil son, I son that boy
Don't play with my lil son, That my son, I'll send that boy

I'll send that boy in broad day, (I swear to God)
[?] got that gas, that circle K
Just like a chip, you play with me, you gon' lay
You know I keep that fork and Glock like it's my bae
The clip hang off the Glock just like a braid
I'm sipping on yellow, this ain't lemonade
These niggas savor this, [?], the chopper got a blade
Bitch, get outta line, you getting faded
And all my nigguhs pay
Got chains on my neck like I'm a slave
But take you to your grave
That clip up on that chopper may get you, ay
I'm Mister Bang-Bang
My son'll get you on the muscle
And take all of your money, fuck your hustle
Them chopper bullets burn, just like Usher
Bitch, I'll be fucking hoes all in Russia
Bitch, I can get you touched all in Russia, (Know I can)

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Yeah, that's my lil son, Aight, send that boy
Aight, send that boy, That my son
I son that boy
Yeah, that's my lil son, I son that boy
Don't play with my lil son, That my son, I'll send that boy