Young Bleed

Lil poppa got a brand new bag

Young Bleed


Young Bleed] 
Go get that paper Lil Pop, fuck all that drama and drag 
Don't stop for nuttin my noggin just put it down with a sag 
I never knew nothin better than choppin cheddar for cheese 
Passin my enemies, blowin in the breeze 
Don't make it no murder my nigga, niggaz die young where I'm from 
Sippin on redrum, poppin til the dead drunk 
Make money my nigga but keep it real doe cause Soldier boyz 
be stompin in steel toes, with nuttin to live foe, ya heard me fool? 
That's how I come up, that's how it go down 
Niggaz and bitches make the world go 'round, without a sound 
We clown low down and dirty with the Dirty Dirty flippin 
from a nickel bag of weed, to a thirty thirty 
Holla at ya boy, umeployed, in the welfare line gettin mine 
smellin like a pound of paiyan, however we shine 
in blind fury dodgin the judge and the jury 
They wanna beat me but can't see me cause they vision too blurry 
I ride from state to state, seein them checkin my plate 
It's like, everywhere you go they gotta playa hate a nigga main 
I do my thang from here to Maine, like it ain't no thang (What? Uhh) 
Cause see you gotta let em hang main, fuck that shit 

[Maxinelli] 
Nigga, get your minnnnd right, cause when the timmmmme's right 
Niggaz'll put yo' ass to sleep, I thinks deep (Huh bro?) 
Fuck what you heard, you gots to see to believe 
And if you blind to visualize a nigga chasin this cheese 
Down on my knees at my bedside, sayin my grace 
cause in the mornin I'll be gone a nigga makin my way, OK 
I keep em jumpin like the jacks to little macks, my netti 
ready for confedi and FUCK what they tryin to tell me 
I'm bout to get it and the only way I know 
is rappin if it don't happen I'm makin bitches hit the flo', you know 
Fuck block to block hoe, it's coast to coast, and it's easy 
we G and do it legit those raps with locs 
On the fork but game sharper than a surgeon for scalpel 
You wanna battle no hassle come let me kick it whatcha asked foe 
and razzle yo' ass, nut up like heaven and hash 
as my little brain's tearin the tenament blast; they pity ass 
but I'm flickin my ashes stickin asses of bastards 
Fieldin shit like flea flickers and kickin it with G niggaz 
See what you makin with the raise at your job 
is what a nigga like this here can shake two days in the mob 
and I could (do what main?) be my own boss employed by the streets 
I'm chasin Jakes and player haitian on Friday the 15th 
with my Air Mack splendid Nike's on my feet 
With weed in the air, soul secluded from the police 
Cause I'm a little on the wild side, thuggin and pluggin 
that make a nigga wanna jack for the fuck of it, but see 
I makes peace to get the shit a nigga wish he could have 
Long as you stay the fuck out they pop a brand new bag, nigga what