I Ain’t Tryna Kick It

[Chorus: BirdGang Greedy]
I ain't tryna kick it with you fuck niggas
That's just how I grew up, nigga
I might just squeeze on a fuck nigga
Still ridin round with my young niggas

[Verse 1: YFN Kay]
Hunting season, you better duck, nigga
Tryna bust a mill down with my young niggas
The jungle with the 8, that's where I'm from, nigga
Mention my name, you dumb, nigga
You know I'm made, and I got it out the slums, nigga
You disrespect the fam, and you see them drums, nigga
Time to split a bean, and hit him in his spleen
Then we drink some Lean
Then we catch a keen
In the game it's fam, fuck a friend
With you till the end, these other niggas actors, pretend
Fuck with Slime, he got them bricks and the hummer with the Benz

[Chorus: BirdGang Greedy]
I ain't tryna kick it with you fuck niggas
That's just how I grew up, nigga
I might just squeeze on a fuck nigga
Still ridin round with my young niggas

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Got it on me now, had it on me then
We down, my cousin gotta go back in
That was way before that Rolli, way before the Benz
Back when I was tryna grind up on 10
Go and tell your bitch that I'm a fly nigga
With the clique, that who I ride with, nigga
Perfect timing, we got here on time, nigga
And I ain't goin, if it ain't with my niggas
Hangin with them forign brauds, we just fuck 'm good, we don't keep 'm
Hundred cars, just got a mill off features
Bankroll, blew it all on some Reefer

[Chorus: BirdGang Greedy]
I ain't tryna kick it with you fuck niggas
That's just how I grew up, nigga
I might just squeeze on a fuck nigga
Still ridin round with my young niggas

[Verse 3: YFN Trae Pound]
You can't pull out the whip, if you ain't pullin out a clip
Aim the tech and I spit, I pull off and I dip
21 gun salute, cause I'm a shooter, nigga
We throwin money out the roof, actin a fool, nigga
We on some new age ballen shit
Fuck and never call the bitch
Berkin with the Cardigan
She will never starv again
All this money that I'm managin
So you know it won't fold, spend it then start again
Ralo just pulled up in a brand new Benz
Take the bumper off, then we pack 'm in
Bout to clone these bitches, turn them to twins
Bout to restamp 'm and mail 'm, gotta get back in

[Chorus: BirdGang Greedy]
I ain't tryna kick it with you fuck niggas
That's just how I grew up, nigga
I might just squeeze on a fuck nigga
Still ridin round with my young nigga