"Boys To Men" lyrics

Turn me up YC (Turn me up YC, turn me up YC)

Them niggas send shots
We send shots back
Lil one said they on the block
Take em where the opps at
We need another Glock
Fuck it go and cop that
What the fuck wrong with the cops
Asking where Poppa at?

You little boys can't hang with us I don't care who you know
Them niggas don't want no war with us, I see straight through the smoke
We take them Ks on tour with us, you know them shooters go
Soon as you meet, hop out on feet, yea thats that ooda flow
Bitch don't ask what happened to Leeke, I don't want you to know
You gonna have me thinking you creep and I can't shoot a hoe
Said fuck it and I jumped straight off the porch, go where ever Dooda go
Interrogation they was trying bring up that boy I don't know no foolio

Aye Lil Poppa I know why them niggas mad they ain't want you to blow
Take care my fam, I gotta run me up a bag, that's who I do it for
Usually high but I'm not right now, that's all I got right now
Wasn't for this, then I probably be on the block right now
So I ain't playing, my lil nigga say ya hot right now
You need a fan and he eager to let off shots right now
He get to spraying
Feel like you can't, but you can
So I ain't hearing what you saying
This all was part of the plan
Going from a boy to a man

Fuck that shit run up my bands
Fuck that jewelry I need some land
They say my fans depend on me
But I'm depending on my fans
I mix Fanta with the lean
Bitch this percocet a ten
I need to give this shit away
I pray this shit come to an end
Bitch while you gossping, out here pussy popping
Telling all your friends
Can't talk to nobody but God about it
I committed all them sins
I probably be back at square one
If I took care of all my kin
But to everybody that stayed down
I swear we all gonna win
Ain't I got no time to be stressing bout no shit I'm fed up
Before you lay down look bitch you know you gotta give that head up
Now I can't lie, girl you the shit now gonna toot that ass up
Say Poppa I know no less than 50, fuck you think this book bag for

Hey Poppa ask em why them niggas mad they ain't want you to blow
Take care my fam, I gotta run me up a bag, that's who I do it for
Usually high but I'm not right now, that's all I got right now
Wasn't for this, then I probably be on the block right now
So I ain't playing, my lil nigga say ya hot right now
You need a fan and he eager to let off shots right now
He get to spraying
Feel like you can't, but you can
So I ain't hearing what you saying
This all was part of the plan
Going from a boy to a man