Lyrics

And tell these niggas it ain't no fake shit I talk to you everyday Nigga I'm the hope of my trenches put on for my hood Four deep in the car with like six different irons When lil bruh died that's the last time I cried We was takin' niggas down we was tryna get fly Y'all play in the front so we went through the back You told him be safe and his ass got cracked Man ask wassa name and he know about me Take a walk up the street I was blowin' my p In the spot right now just me and yp Man pass me the drac get low on one knee I'm wiping my eyes when I look at his picture In the car right now looking for bruh killer A nigga not young man a nigga got older When shit went left he tried lean on my sholder Like six in the morning just scored us some drink If the bitch look pretty I'ma buy her some mink Man free all the men man they on the way home My phone stay jumpin' I'm huggin my phone Keep cappin' in songs you ain't bustin' your gun Still jammin' out sad man the night still young I had me some money before I had fame Keep buying them jeans it's a band and some change I'm stuck in my ways man you can't feel my pain I'm stuck in my ways man you can't feel my pain Nigga sound sweet on the gram and I got me a lick In a black truck ridin with another nigga bitch It's a S550 just jack me a whip My spot do numbers I'm bustin them smiths Sound sweet on them, sound sweet on them songs y'all ain't doin' no spinnin' keep cappin' the songs y'all ain't standin' no business, you ain't havin' no motion Your ass lookin' bad you speak on lil boosie You get turned to a hashtag Mask on gloves on a fuck it Let's crash out smoke in the air man the young nigga passed out Threw dirt on my name so a nigga gotta drag now Threw dirt on my name so a nigga gotta drag- Threw dirt on my name so a nigga gotta- Threw dirt on my name so a nigga gotta- Nigga I'm the hope of my trenches put on for my hood Four deep in the car with like six different irons When lil bruh died that's the last time I cried We was takin' niggas down we was tryna get fly Y'all played in the front so we went through the back You told him be safe and his ass got cracked Man ask wassa name and he know about me, take a walk up the street I was blowin' my p
Writer(s): Slimey Fox Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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