You Wanna B Down? (feat. PaperRoute Boyz & YSN TM) Video (MV)

Versace, Louis, baby this cologne
Can't hear what you saying because they taping in these phones
You can punch a PNC, can't get it through your iPhone
I cried every f*cking night when the load wasn't gone
Showed you how to ball, then you left me all alone
This that real dumper talk , I a throw a bitch a bone
I'm a real movie guy, I'm a f*ck her to my song
Bouncing out with Drac, I'm like wealthy with the chrome
What you stashed last week
Me and my niggas, we just made that by just standing on our feet
I got some niggas taking risks, but they don't claim NRNP
Fire Bitty down the way, she tryna get up in my sheets
We just hit the load again
I'm finna show you how we get it and I'm beating down her cheeks
Niggas cheap on the East, Blew yo stash in a week
Nigga keep on talking, but he never shopped off me
This gas that I got, boy, it's not no cheap
I can show you how to move the bag, but I don't like to teach
Tryna get these phones in my name, I call TT
What you got? I got me, yeah, these bows, yeah, they cheap
Mama, what you cooking in the kitchen? Yeah, I see it, yeah, that's grease
Tryna jump in this water, promise you won't swim with me
Baby on my phone, tryna get a deal from me
I got weed, I got bows, you can get some pills from me
This shit all off the grit
Tweak with my brother, I'ma have to send a blitz
Off the digi, I made hella bands, but I ain't locked in with skritch
Catch his ass, park his whip, my young dawgs throw the five down
And pitching through the bricks
We was sliding , I done bounced out in Ricks
Don't come around this bitch flexing, my nigga Jdot take kits
I'm a vet, f*ck a pit, he a horny ass nigga, we gotta drop through a bitch
I know a five nigga, got hit all in this shit
I know a five nigga snitching onna drench
I'm a getting money ass nigga, still a walk him down and leave his ass with a stench
Come on, where a nigga play, where he gon' lay and I can merch
Niggas dissing on the mob and they mans get put on shirts
Nigga, I been in the EBK before I heard of Lil' Kurt
I been quick to suit up, grab gen 5 and go to work
I the voice of the streets, Lil' Durk
In my Yankee 25, he gon' lurk
Freak bitch on my phone, she on my dick tryna flirt
I been stacking all this cake, no dessert
Baby wanna be down with me, I'll tell lil' baby show yo worth
I been collecting all the mines, I need my shit by the first
My niggas on that paper route, but they'll put you in that hurse
Don't get it twisted, a lot of the niggas out here are really finished
Last nigga dissed on J, watch his homie get hit with switching
Nigga, no bullshit, nigga f*ck the fives
I'm a drank junkie nigga, I might pour up a fives
These niggas snake, I ain't gone lie these bitches telling' lies
Could give a f*ck about what they sayin', all that shit, it be televised
Nigga, on my brother nigga, I know what the f*ck goin' on
Shout out camp, paper route shit, M.O.B. shit
Yeah, boy it's all grinders my camp, all my niggas eating
My white boy shoot that bitch, he like Tommy Eagon
I knocked another heady down, cause he kept on feining
Just poured a five in my pop, and I kept on leaning
Think I'm real about the love, lil' bitch keep dreaming
Can't even take his rat ass serious man I heard he singing
I got a crazy lifestyle, boy don't think you finna touch me
Cause I got my pipe round, bad bitch, on my phone
Talkin' crazy, pipe down, what, niggas f*ck On J
Heard his ass got, uh, yeah, yeah
Heard his ass got lied down , I got fire then
Niggas if you need me, I'm all around
Get out that V and do him dirty, nigga, all that playing around
Stupid, M.O.B. shit