NOA yungboy

("Which brings me to rule #2: Keep it on you at all times.
Do I got it on me? Boy, you acting real stupid in this motherfucker!
Now I'mma get ignorant, cuz I told you I got it on me at all times")
(That's that nigga Noah bruh, I swear to God)
Boss shit, dawg shit
Nintendo cartridge
Blow a nigga back, but we ain't talking bout no thot shit
Beef a nigga blunt and then we put it in a opp, shit
I had got it backwards, thought we fucked up or lost it (GTTC!)
Load it and revolve it, load it and we solve it
Niggas be on bitch, yeah, talking bout no nonsense
I'm La Flame to a moth
Talk name in this bitch get stained to the cross-stitch
Who gone wear your face when your name so exhausting?
Who gone charge your plays to the game if you lost shit?
I shouldn't even talk shit, what did I expect
Bunch of niggas with they mom's shit
Hunting for respect, thought you niggas had your own shit?
Thought you had your own whip, thought you paid your own rent
Come to find out, niggas really doesn't own shit
Come to find out niggas really isn't on shit
Talking like you hard, you don't even keep it on your hip
Beat it off the block, and you know I'm coming home quick
Yeah, eat a lot of guap, goddamn, that's a whole brick
Know some niggas, keep the glow stick, no Kenobi
I'm cool as shit, common cold, bitch
Winter solstice
Money, goddamn, it's that nigga
How you notice him?
She say I'm top 10, I'm top two
He like four or six
I'm feeling hollow, and you know she probably following
Paul Pierce, she say that I'm the truth but hate to swallow it
If they call again, I got 20 in the other way
Moneybag, with a lot of cash like, the other day
I fuck it up, put it on my back, ain't no other way
I leave it out, nigga shut it up, my money cut a case
I'm really with, all the shit I says
Niggas isn't now
My money blue, count it on the bed
That shit easy now
Kentucky boy, Louisvillian red
Make him bleed it out
I'm moneybag, need a hundred bags
That's how he see it now
I'm really in that motherfucking street, boy
I don't gotta lie, bitch I'm M-L to G, boy
And I'm with a lot niggas, smoking pot with ya
Ain't no pot stickers, nigga, we get guap nigga
I be with them dawgs, baby, how many we got nigga?
He don't wanna talk? We could push him off the dock
Bitch, I really got like 4 or 5 hella big knots
He gone give that big .45, 7 or 6 shots
And my nigga got 4-5 based off plots
He ain't even talk to nobody, they ain't have time
All I ever know is you bitches, uh, can't rock
Free, free all my dawgs we gone get it zipline
I got- (Blaow)