(Whoop)
G-M-R-N-R
Grown mane, real nigga rap
forty plus, boss game
Nigga Fii Fii Fii

Catchin' plays in that 3-9-2
You know that bitch with the wide hips
Back n forth to H Town
I done made 5 trips
Juug got my phone jumpin, say he want 5 zips
I don't ride round dis bitch, less I got 5 sticks
Rappers I'm monkey flippin' lookin out ma window
I see junkies trippin'
lookin' for love but they only gettin'
Pain, tryna numb that shit, smokin' cocaine
Holdin' a 2-2-3, they try to come in my lane
Nah
Bullet holes left in they clothes now they lookin froze
Be tryna see the demon in em' when I look at hoes
You gotta know tha lingo and follow all the codes, (facts)
Niggas got triggas' with switches on em' matchin' they clothes
Big extendo clips hangin out they pocket
They ain’t trippin they’ll up that bitch and pop it
If yo name ringin' outchea you the topic
It gotta stamp and you pop it, thats a jiggaaa
If yo main potna fuck ya baby mama, thats a killaaa'
If this bitch do a hunnit' million views thats a thrillaaa'
And we all got sum type of dog, beast or gorillaaa'
In us it depend on where you from and what you you rep
Either way you push us to the limit nigga, we gon' step
Step (step step) Step (step)
Bitch you better
Step, bitch you better step step step
Thru the ratchet shit I be seein' life is defined
I think of crime, bitch I'm in a B.R. state of mind

This a young Baton Rouge nigga state of mind
Yeah bitch you know dumb
Nigga straight up out the slum
(Bomm bomm bomm bomm)
At any minute shit'll go left
I neva sleep, cuz' sleep is the cousin of death
This a young Baton Rouge nigga state of mind
Tend to ya own business, stay the fuck up outta mine
(Everybody slangin' iron)
Gotta stand on that shit that you rep
Don't ever sleep, cuz' sleep is the cousin of death

Look
You can set yo watch to this shit
That’s how spot fuckin' on I be
Catch a contact off my shirt, that’s how strong the aroma be
I only be, outside when it’s dark
Niggas take it to that level they don’t bark (nahhh)
Put yo shit in park (unhhh)
Fo' I let a nigga play me I’ll drink a whole pot of water with a fork
If I’m fuckin' that lil ho we say we talk
Put that dope dick up on her make her stalk
Five niggas went to jail fuckin' with him that’s a narc
If he talking to the people that’s a rat
If you catchin' plays out it that’s a trap
Seven grams in a blunt, that’s a bat
If you hit em' anywhere above the neck, that’s a hat
You play on a nigga top, that’s a wrap
(And them chirren' up in grown folks conversation need they lil' fuckin' ass slapped, ya heard me)
Thru the ratchet shit I be seein' life is defined
I'm tryna shine
Bitch I'm in a B.R. state of mind

This a young Baton Rouge nigga state of mind
Yeah bitch you know dumb
Nigga straight up out the slum
(Bomm bomm bomm bomm)
At any minute shit'll go left
I neva sleep, cuz' sleep is the cousin of death
This a young Baton Rouge nigga state of mind
Tend to ya own business, stay the fuck up outta mine
(Everybody slangin' iron)
Gotta stand on that shit that you rep
Don't ever sleep, cuz' sleep is the cousin of death