D-roc
Young man, young man
Sung in the choir when I was a child
When grandmom died my life got worse
Passenger side while in the ride
I made a ski-mask out of my shirt
Stand like a pope, until I’m in the dirt
Gravedigger, he don’t like to flirt
He said he need some work
He could kill to play the block, watch out for cops
Watch how you move, you take that wrong step then we stop
He go by “Top”, and he kill plenty and they want to see him knocked
Put in a box
Presidential, he official
They want switches on their Glock
Ask me how I know, from the pattern
Left inside my five car
Nigga, I want static, we get active
I say, “Bitch, let’s go to war”
I say, “Better make sure you ready, here they come”
Young man, young man, ohh
What you gon’ do when they come for you
This shit should be old
They comin’ to take your motherfuckin’ soul and you sittin’ around dancin’
And playin’ with these hoes
I’m like, we ain’t got them Glocks out, tryna knock your top off
Take it easy, I’m with big C though, that’s Choppa Boy
Disrespect, trip to the doctor for it
Sprint, take off his spinal cord
Now run dumb bitch
Couldn’t get your gun inside the club, but I bet my gun did
Young man, young man, ohh
What you gon’ do when they come for you
Sung in the choir when I was a child
When grandmom died my life got worse
Passenger side while in the ride
I made a ski-mask out of my shirt
Stand like a pope, until I’m in the dirt
Gravedigger, he don’t like to flirt
He said he need some work
He could kill to play the block, watch out for cops
Watch how you move, you take that wrong step then we stop
He go by “Top”, and he kill plenty and they want to see him knocked
Put in a box
Presidential, he official
They want switches on their Glock
Ask me how I know, from the pattern
Left inside my five car
Young man, young man, ohh
What you gon’ do when they come for you
Nigga, I want static, we get active
I say, “Bitch, let’s go to war”
I say, “Better make sure you ready, here they come”
Young man, young man, ohh
What you gon’ do when they come for you