Ship It
Lyrics From Snippet

[Intro]
(Who made this shit?)
(TayTay made the beat)

[Chorus]
This a made man drug I can make it pure as you want
I go out and get it then I ship it with my fucking own
Snuck in this gun and shoot inside this club cause my security don't
That beef get left out how we found
Don't want it wit' me say you don't

[Verse 1]
Once we catch you, you gon' get it
Hop out bust and split his fitted
Now watching with no mask, I listen
Aroma loud they took percentage
Clear out the crowd, draw down and hit it
Know I'ma go there soon as I see him
Free YoungBoy, they all wanna be him
45 Glocks same size as timbs
Stacks on me they big as rims
Backboard when we shoot at him
This Draco from a white boy up in Slidell
Don't touch it let the box tell
The valium reach to Buckdale
They gon' send him to [?]
Do they got that bought in
Hop in and change your car smell
I'm lighting up that dope in here
I'm gon' blow that bitch down right here
She act like that she know me
Too much money, know you notice
All these hats, that be my trophies
Get them stacks and keep your focus
You smell pack then I'm who smokin'
[Chorus]
This a made man drug I can make it pure as you want
I go out and get it then I ship it with my fucking own
Snuck in this gun and shoot inside this club cause my security don't
That beef get left out how we found
Don't want it wit' me say you don't

[Verse 2]
Them boys want smoke, we tend to that
Get caught in it wrong you stretched, nigga
Ain't turning down now press next, nigga
Leaving out the town get MAC'd, nigga
Manufacture towing all essentials, you do business wit em'
I don't want meet 'em, I just want the bag you keep the credentials
Them people searched him I know he slipping bad
I'm walking wit' that heater
Them people lurking I know they on my ass
And the neighbors said they seen em'
My pockets hurting, go rob a nigga ass
You that's what's the reason
Nobody safe, guns to the face, tell me what's the meaning
Put the top down, steady booting bad, dirty and the clean, yeah
Then I go to screaming, crowd go to running
Blood where that nigga stained
Do the murder-man while I'm on that lean
Proud when I'm on they ass
Ungrateful he ain't left on the scene
Thankful when that nigga smashed
All white pit-bull, blue dotted and I named her 'Kash'
We got that pit-bull, Blue Gotti and they named it 'Glass'
Bitch I wish you would
Pink molly got me wanna crash
Thirty sold a clip full
That's them roxies for your junkie ass
'Til them bitches speak we be on his ass
'Til you slumped nigga
Wit' that north shit you can't get no pass
Where you from nigga?
Old head, I'ma post say "smoke his ass"
Smoker can't get a fix get him for to roll yo ass
Then .4 his ass
Gang
[Chorus]
This a made man drug I can make it pure as you want
I go out and get it then I ship it with my fucking own
Snuck in this gun and shoot inside this club cause my security don't
That beef get left out how we found
Don't want it wit' me say you don't

[Outro]
(Who made this shit?)
(TayTay made the beat)