Young N*ggas

[Chorus: Lil Twan & Calboy]
Aye, I be that lil nigga from that back street
Now I'm runnin' up them digits like a athlete
Actually, I was that lil nigga in the back seat
Masked up, I can't catch a nigga they got fast heat
Wait up, I be that young nigga from the boulevard, tweakin
He [?] today before we pulled his car, spray him
Pull up with them blickies leave him in the yard
In the kitchen whippin' Whitney, bitch I'm trappin' hard

[Verse 1: Lil Twan & Calboy]
Aye, I come from the trenches they take trappin' hard
Aye, we ain't got them chickens then they crackin' cars
That's why I go hard, I know I might die tomorrow
I know lil bro Cal gon' spark, he gon' ride like handlebars
I'm just eatin off xanny bars, them shits sweet like candy bars
Change your life, I can't take yours
Hop in this Wraith, it got the start
We trap hard like no tomorrow
Then choppin' that bread it ain't too hard
In this field it's stack or starve
Remember that shit and you go far
Aye, lil Cal I got this geek freak
Uh, she tryna eat eat
She like "Y'all them niggas that I stay watchin' on TV"
Hit a couple rounds, then lil bro take her down
After that she gotta beat feet
I ain't gonna lie, I'm smokin' on loud, to the fuck shit I'm like Stevie

[Chorus: Lil Twan & Calboy]
Aye, I be that lil nigga from that back street
Now I'm runnin' up them digits like a athlete
Actually, I was that lil nigga in the back seat
Masked up, I can't catch a nigga they got fast heat
Wait up, I be that young nigga from the boulevard, tweakin
He [?] today before we pulled his car, spray him
Pull up with them blickies leave him in the yard
In the kitchen whippin' Whitney, bitch I'm trappin' hard

[Verse 2: Calboy & Lil Twan]
Actually, my niggas do pack the heat
Pull up on a nigga, put red dots on his face just like acne
Ain't no stoppin' at red lights, the fuck niggas after me
And I'm tryna get my bread right, I been in the trap for weeks
Ain't no stoppin' at red lights, we like Need for Speed
I can't like I gotta keep the [?], like it stick with me
Like it's glue, we pop out like peek a boo
[?] shorty hot like chicken soup
When I'm out on the block gotta stick and move
Boys ride for the block, gotta pick and choose
No clip like movie, coming soon
Got a stick, you better move
Got a choppa, it boom
Got a foreign car, it go zoom
Hit the door and clear the room
Get down we need to loot, on the boulevard with my tool
That's just how we move

[Chorus: Lil Twan & Calboy]
Aye, I be that lil nigga from that back street
Now I'm runnin' up them digits like a athlete
Actually, I was that lil nigga in the back seat
Masked up, I can't catch a nigga they got fast heat
Wait up, I be that young nigga from the boulevard, tweakin
He [?] today before we pulled his car, spray him
Pull up with them blickies leave him in the yard
In the kitchen whippin' Whitney, bitch I'm trappin' hard