Birthday - Blac Youngsta

I’m not guilty

I’m innocent

I’m not guilty

I’m innocent

What you wanna die on your birthday?

Squeeze that fire on your birthday?

Take him to the hood, put him on set

Do a drive by on him first day

Pull down on him on lurk day

Shoot him in the face on a church day

Pulled down on him, it’s throw it day

Nigga showed up at my court date, gang, gang gang

Wanna ride in a hearse lil nigga?

(uh-uh, gang, gang gang)

You wanna die about a verse lil nigga?

(uh-uh, gang, gang gang)

You want me to put you on a shirt lil nigga?

(uh-uh, gang, gang gang)

You want somebody get hurt lil nigga?

(uh-uh, gang gang gang)

Adolph Thornton wanna see me dead and gone (gang)

This a rat-tat-tattle song (gang gang)

Dropped that Bulletproof and made a statement

Rattin' ass nigga you was dead wrong (bitch)

Snitched on every song

Talking to everybody and gossiping on every phone

Fuck nigga pressed charges

And got the feds running up in every home

I got to play it safe out here

Adolph Thornton got me tryna beat a case out here

They tryna get me out the way out here

Tryna lock me up 'til I turn a lil gray out here (gang)

These niggas gay out here (gang)

Pussy ran out of timing, taking niggas straight out here

It’s so much hate out here

Run up on me, you can die broad day out here

Tell the whole world how you called around the city

Had a few niggas come and tell me you was sorry

Tell your fans the truth

Tell 'em how you really wasn’t trappin', you wasn’t nothin' but a barber (ho)

Tell 'em how daddy-o used to lil boy you, make you run to the store for a cigar

and some water (ho)

Tell 'em how we had a show together, you ain’t come in 'cause you thought I was

gon' rob you (ho)

Die on your birthday

Squeeze that fire on your birthday

Take him to the hood, put him on set

Do a drive by on him first day

Pull down on him on lurk day

Shoot him in the face on a church day

Pulled down on him, it’s throw it day

Nigga showed up at my court date, gang, gang gang

Wanna ride in a hearse lil nigga?

(uh-uh, gang, gang gang)

You wanna die about a verse lil nigga?

(uh-uh, gang, gang gang)

You want me to put you on a shirt lil nigga?

(uh-uh, gang, gang gang)

You want somebody get hurt lil nigga?

(uh-uh, gang gang gang)

Lost so many niggas to this shit

I just wanna thank God 'cause I’m breathing

I get my gun out when I’m delivering

I got my gun out when I’m receiving

If you shoot on me I ain’t gon' snitch

And show up in court, I’ma get even

I’ma just stop a lil nigga from breathing

I’ma make your lil cousin have a seizure

You the only nigga comin' CIAA with a bulletproof truck

Scared for your life

How you gon' go and shoot your own truck up

And play dead for the night?

(gang gang)

And then press charges on me

And tell the police I did that shit (gang gang)

Now the feds say that I’m a menace

This is for all the young niggas innocent

I’m innocent

Lamborghini, I ain’t rented that

Fuck Trump

Ain’t been a good president since Kennedy (ho)

If Dolph show up in court, man these bitches gon' sentence me

On my paperwork they got the nigga’s name in every sentences

What you wanna die on your birthday?

Squeeze that fire on your birthday?

Take him to the hood, put him on set

Do a drive by on him first day

Pull down on him on lurk day

Shoot him in the face on a church day

Pulled down on him, it’s throw it day

Nigga showed up at my court date, gang, gang gang

Wanna ride in a hearse lil nigga?

(uh-uh, gang, gang gang)

You wanna die about a verse lil nigga?

(uh-uh, gang, gang gang)

You want me to put you on a shirt lil nigga?

(uh-uh, gang, gang gang)

You want somebody get hurt lil nigga?

(uh-uh, gang gang gang)

You lil rat ass bitch

You know what I’m sayin'

Your whole clique pussies man

I’ll go to war with all you bitch ass niggas

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All you niggas bitches

Your whole clique nigga

Bitch ass nigga

You ain’t nothin' but a motherfuckin' barber nigga

You know motherfuckin' well you had them motherfuckin' long, big dirty ass

stripes and shit

You know what I’m sayin', cut good hair and shit

Hair all over your shirts and shit

You lil junky ass bitch

Yeah ho

I’m innocent, innocent

I’m innocent, innocent

I’m innocent, I’m innocent

I’m innocent