My Lil Son
(专辑: Happy Thanksgiving & Merry Christmas - 2016)
Yeah, that's my lil son, I
son that boy, I
son that boy Yeah, that's my lil son, I
son that boy, Aight, send that boy Yeah, that's my lil son, I
son that boy, I
son that boy Aight, send that boy, Yeah, that's my lil son I
son that boy, Yeah, that's my lil son, Yeah, that's my lil son 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, 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 Yeah, that's my lil son, I
son that boy, I
son that boy Aight, send that boy Yeah, that's my lil son, I
son that boy Yeah, that's my lil son, Yeah, that's my lil son Yeah, that's my lil son, Aight, send that boy Aight, send that boy, That's 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, 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 Yeah, that's my lil son, I
son that boy, I
son that boy Aight, send that boy, Yeah, that's my lil son I
son that boy, Yeah, that's my lil son Yeah, that's my lil son 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) Yeah, that's my lil son, I
son that boy, I
son that boy Aight, send that boy, Yeah, that's my lil son I
son that boy, Yeah, that's my lil son Yeah, that's my lil son 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