SCRIBING
[Intro]
Ayo Bans, what you cooking?
Oooh
La-la-la
I ain’t no 2Pac of this generation, I’m AI YoungBoy
You try to get ahead of this generation, you’ll get a run from it
Got a lot of risks inside my situation, but I was born for it
I’ll take the breath pipe from a nigga
Mama please, lemme wipe the tears off top of your eye
I look deep and I could see myself die
I wonder why I took the Z’s, for me to wear a glove with this Glock
Tell him one, two times
Pussy boy still tryin’, ain’t rich as us
(Oh la-la)