Young Pappy
Young Pappy
Young Pappy
Young Pappy
Young Pappy
Young Pappy
Young Pappy
Young Pappy
Young Pappy
Young Pappy
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Young Pappy
Young Pappy
A song that focuses on murdering rival gang members, and is well known for being a classic example of drill music due to the gritty nature of the song.
It was released a few months before Pappy’s death, which was on May 29, 2015.
[Intro]
Boom bitch, spray the whole room, bitch, on that goon shit
Move bitch, fuck up out my way, skrrt, vroom, bitch
Savage niggas, we pop out at night, that raccoon shit
Checking in at daylight but you can still get smoked at noon, bitch
[Verse 1]
Boom, boom, boom, bitch!
We play with the same guns off Doom, bitch
They like, "when 2 Cups Part 3 gon' drop?", I'm like, "soon bitch!"
If you still ain't heard 2 Cups Part 1, then get in tune, bitch
Bangers steel say, stainless steel like a spoon kit
Glaaat, bitch, that's that TEC, bitch, or that Mac, bitch
Brains all on the floor, I'll let it blow, tillf his shit splash, bitch
Get back, bitch, smoking dead niggas, we can match bitch
They say when they catch me they gon' whack me, still ain't whack shit
Lack, bitch? I don't lack, bitch, I got my gat, bitch
Flame up, fuck is that shit? This that cat piss
It's reeking, nigga, and we eating nigga on that fat shit
Fresh up outta' jail wrecking shit like Da Brat, bitch
Skrrt, bitch, what's the word, bitch? Fuck what you heard, bitch
Young Pappy a savage, he turn your block into the Purge, bitch
Let it spray, shout out to theatK, and free Bird, bitch
That's your main? Shout out to her brain, that lil' nerd bitch
[Pre-Chorus]
Swerve, bitch, better not be on my block trying to serve shit
Why you trying to beef with me? Your goof ass from the burbs, bitch
Pistol to his mouth, he started stumbling over his words, bitch
Put your shit on the curb, his brains look like he still ain't learn shit
Swerve, bitch!
Better not be on my block trying to serve shit
Why you trying to beef with me your goof ass from the burbs, bitch?
Pistol to his mouth, he started stumbling over his words, bitch
Put your shit on the curb, his brains look like he still ain't learn shit
[Verse 2]
Time for me to spaz, nigga, shout out my bro Spazz, nigga
Go and diss, I ain't gon' respond, that's your ass, nigga
Try to rob who? Bitch, please, I'll be the last, nigga
Pull this bitch out like a futon, Jimmy Neutron, I'll blast niggas
Is you mad, nigga? I don't honor no man with no badge, nigga
All I know is get cash, nigga, stunting hard like my dad, nigga
Love living this life, shorty
I done earned my stripes like plaid, nigga
All you gotta do is ask niggas, body bag, fuck a casket, nigga
Them head shots rolling up all the dead ops
Free Leaf out the fed's spot, boy, these niggas softer than tampons
I'm knowing, nigga, ain't no probably I'm blowing
Nigga, hell nah, I ain't going for no one
Double Twos what I'm pouring, shorty, that's that Two Cups
Nigga I don't give two fucks, about none of y'all niggas!
Say the ops trying to turn up
Come thru, take one of us, we taking some of y'all niggas!
Shorty we ain't going for that, niggas gonna feel sorry for that
Making niggas have heart attacks, but we ain't falling back
My niggas be on all of that, gun fights, fuck a brawling match
[Hook]
Boy, it’s 2015, young nigga, at the age of fifteen
He was out here clapping shit, whacking shit
Putting niggas on that big screen!
Them niggas talk that savage shit
Actually they don’t even know what that shit mean!
Point and aim, I got a green beam
That’ll turn a nigga into a string bean
Boy, it's 2015, young nigga, at the age of fifteen
He was out here - clapping shit, whacking shit, putting niggas on that big screen!
Them niggas talk that savage shit, actually they don't even know what that shit mean!
Point and aim, I got a green beam that'll turn a nigga into a string bean
Homicide was written by Young Pappy.
Homicide was produced by TaySav.
Young Pappy released Homicide on Sat Apr 11 2015.