By The Gate
 作词 : Ali Shah/Vassal Benford/Kentrell Gaulden/Jamal Rashid/Julian Varlet/Giancarlo di Gennaro
 作曲 : Ali Shah/Vassal Benford/Kentrell Gaulden/Jamal Rashid/Julian Varlet/Giancarlo di Gennaro
[Chorus]
Come in my room, at the venue, you guaranteed to see a Drac'
She don't like I be on that juice
I'm wakin' up, I ain't even ate
Twenty seven rounds inside my tool, I popped out, let out eight
5 shot the bitch eleven ****in' times by your gate (Go)
Mom want me bring her four
You tryna ho me? I can't wait
Straight gangster shit that you ain't
Boy, you ain't 'bout it, you fake
Shoot up your body, don't play
My youngin take off your chain
Lil' bro'll take off your face
This money kill a whole tank
[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Bitch-nigga squeeze somethin'
How ain't nobody sayin' they team not?
I get a drop so I could bleed somethin'
Her don't wan' talk until the job done (Job done)
A thousand slimes, that's a thousand guns
Extendo us and we all totin' one
Heard in the streets they got they pole pumps (Pumps)
They rollin' for me, I'm the chosen one
When the lights go down
When the lights go down
Soon as the lights go down
When the lights go down
Hey
She take that dick with no sound (Ooh)
She get on top me, go down (It go down, it goes down)
Bring out, I'm ready, right now (Bang, bang, bah, bah)
They ain't gon' **** with Lil Top (You'll get your ****in' body found)
I'm gangster, I'm smokin' on spliff
Why you always trip when I'm tryna stay focused?
It's gon' go in one ear and come out of the other whenever you talkin'
I'm drinkin' on potion
You went back ****in' with that nigga you nasty bitch
You ain't know I noticed
Claim I don't love you, I'll hit your brother with this stick, bitch, just to show you
In back of the shuttle gettin' [?]
You could let them shots off, bitch, let's do it
Pop out, I'll rock out
He thought he was hot, now, bitch, I'll get you ruined
I got my cock out
Better not give my spot out
Put the dope out the pot when it's brewin'
Hold onto your hand, better watch what you doin'
Bing, baow, hit the bitch in the arm
[Chorus]
Come in my room, at the venue, you guaranteed to see a Drac'
She don't like I be on that juice
I'm wakin' up, I ain't even ate
Twenty seven rounds inside my tool, I popped out, let out eight
5 shot the bitch eleven ****in' times by your gate (Go)
Mom want me bring her four
You tryna ho me? I can't wait
Straight gangster shit that you ain't
Boy, you ain't 'bout it, you fake (Oh-oh)
Shoot up your body, don't play
My youngin take off your chain (Ah)
Lil' bro'll take off your face
This money kill a whole tank (Slime)