Official

[Intro: Lul G]
You already know what time it is, man (Youngin on the beat)
Young nigga too official in this bitch
RIP all my too official niggas and free my too official niggas
Whole lot of gang shit in this bitch, nigga, you know how I'm coming

[Verse 1: Lul G]
Young nigga too official, I can't fuck with fake thugs
Ain't no peons in my circle, one dump, we all dump (Nerd)
If my shooter get to trippin', sendin' slugs, we all bust
Yeah, I get my own bag, still'll need a bitch funds (Bitch)
Had to cut some ties off, bitch, I don't know you
I can guide you to a bag if your nigga won't show you (He won't show you)
Runnin' niggas fades? LOL, hope it's on you (Nerd nigga)
'Cause this chop straight from Russia, I'll lay this bitch on you
Shake a nigga down with this Glock, hope his block with him
Ain't sparin' niggas' bitches, if she with him, she get popped with him (Pop a bitch)
Foreigns with the tint, oh, I'm duckin', it's them cops, nigga
Feds and the cops, get off dick, these all props, nigga
Bag alert, yeah, it's on me, I'ma blow it all (I'ma blow it all)
Show my ass up in person, I do more than talk (Bitch)
Sprinter full of Glocks with them 'stensions, we do more than ball (We don't fight, nigga)
I won't funk over no bitch, so I ignore her calls (I'm ignoring calls)
I ain't even in my motherfuckin' prime yet (In my prime yet)
You lost your bitch, she on my dick, nigga, find that (Pussy, find that)
Backshots back to back, got her whining, "Dad"
She told you she don't suck dick with her lying ass
Good dick she don't get, you'd rather buy her bags (Rather buy her bags)
I'd rather spend it on myself, run through it kind of fast
But it ain't shit to make my motherfuckin' bag, bitch
Send the P's or drop a tape, now I'm back, bitch
Niggas slippin' up in public, fuck it, pull a skit
I like fuckin' suckers' bitches, keep you niggas sick (Keep you niggas sick)
Young nigga got a fetish just for sparking shit
And ever since Tut been gone, I'ma keep him lit

[Verse 2: Yatta]
Your name's in black and white, that shit too official
Lil' rat talk too much, call him Stuart Little
Hit for twenty with my dawg and ran through it with him
Fuck this rap, earned my name off of shooting niggas
We don't fuck with them, them niggas all fake
Fuck with me, you in good hands, baby, Allstate
Get the pay, divi' it up, make sure my dawgs straight
Four P's, gold tee, that's a soft eight
My Muslim bitch spit out the nut, it's Ramadan, she gotta fast
My bitch bougie in her Gucci, sellin' coochie, she got class
With the ooh-wee, I'm a fooly, I'll do him with no mask
Ayy, the gooey got me snoozy, I feel droozy, I might crash
If the boys bust a U-ey, I'ma throw this bitch in sports mode
Yatta got respect, bitch, treat me with the utmost
Glock came with some titties that I can't wait to bust on
Had it on you, we start knocking, what the fuck you niggas run for?
In the cell bustin' plays, in the pen' gettin' paid
And I'm on backpage, got my bitches on the blade
In the county runnin' fades, see a sucker, tell him line it up
They probably 'member how we caught they big homie and popped him up
Jigga-lating off a jigga, percolating off a Perc'
Got my fingers up her skirt, think I'm finna make her squirt
Team full of shooters like Steve Kerr, man, my niggas go berserk
All I do is say the word, that's gon' leave some niggas smirked
I got niggas that sell crack, I got niggas that still jack
I got killers that love to kill for the thrill, don't need no flats
I got zips, I got packs, QP's, I got bags
I got white, I got black, I got chris, I got 'thrax
We got sticks on them straps, we got Glocks, we got MAC's
We got this, we got that, I don't know which one to grab
Her and her friend on my dick, I don't know which one to stab
Fuck it, I'ma knock 'em both down, watch me go for the slam
His main bitch my side bitch, I don't think he know though
I'm funking with her baby daddy, we keep it on the low-low
I let her suck my dick while I record the shit on GoPro
Bitch, I go by the Don Dada if you don't know

[Outro: Yatta]
Uh-huh
CorkoLandKrazy, bitch