When one of these ol' pussy-ass niggas Do what y'all saluting (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Bitch-ass niggas know they actin' [?] (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
On the road, back to back for shows And, I ain't get a cent off that (At all) Back to cookin' fish, smell like a brick I got that scent off that (On God) Closed doors, ones closest hurtin' your emotions (Huh?) Then get 'round, they fake supporters And play perfect on the socials (Hmm) I can't go along to get a long, I'm a big soldier Killers [?] reincarnated, all Magnolia That other nigga, we are not the same Fall back homie (Bitch) I am downtown, night war, Baton Rouge, big dawg E-Wayne, K-Wayne, B-Wayne, gettin' off Meditate, Seroquel, [?] , sit call New buildin', violated God shipped ten soldiers I done been up-state with niggas afraid to walk the big yard Bad karma come to those who cross [?] head 70805, I pull up, hop off, got some street cred' Lil' one snuck me, he dead, that other nigga, he dead I'm major league swingin' this big bitch You know how we play it Copied all my tats, he actin' like he put in work for this You ain't work the trench, you pussy bitch You rode a bunch of dicks Heal with that retinol, yeah Four niggas in folders, yeah Lord's got a name for it, don't know what to call it yet Gunner, ward mighty, Breadwinner, John Gotti (Yeah) King Ox hit the fed, cut his dreads, kept it solid (Yeah) Tell Lil Hank that's my gangster Jonathan like John Stockton Know if I go back, I could lay back 'Cause I know that he got me [?] in my accountant, buku money caught us counting I get [?] his response, it gon' be copied Pretty bitch, big booty, Texas, she responded Eat that dick up on command, meanest shit, call us partners Pretty feet, I nibble on her cheeks when we at my apartment All up in her arteries I slang that dick in high performance Real drug Lord pressure [?] inside of garments Blood in, I'm gon' make colder, opposite of boring Really did it from the corner, graduated to a trap spot You knew 'bout Gates, 2008 You call that bitch the Match Box Safety pin and nitro [?] scales, I'm moving crack out Lil bitch off Tennessee and hit with me, I blew her back out My partner tellin' me the game foul, I should back out My same partner left me in a gown with my back out Rappers got around me, my stories, they re-enact out Real big speaker, you ain't did no time It just don't add out Vroom, Urus wide body kit, I whip the Lamb out Talked about by pussy niggas who indigent with they hand out Heroin and syringes, we're militant, it should tan out First niggas said they stand On nation business, I'm official Feelin' like Demar Derozan Got looked over, turned me vicious They salute the fakes, say fuck the real I wonder what I did 'em I got plenty pretty women whom I won't give no commitment Steppin' on these niggas, fell in love with my new mission I know music cool, but I know sellin' drugs Would get me richer With the shit of life sinners Come with this and I'm convicted
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Compositores: Charles Nelson Iii Forsberg (Mammyth) (ASCAP), Kevin Gilyard (Gates Kevin) (PRS)Editores: Artist Publishing Group West (ASCAP), Kevin Gates Music (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #36660638 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM