When shit get lonely, I hold up my Glock Or I Pour Me Up A Four Of Wock
When shit hit the fan, I call my pops Cause I thought about huggin' the block
These bitches don't love you, I seen it a lot Said she love you, knowin' she a thot
I miss all my niggas, free em out the box fighting cases, shootin' for the stars
Yeah, that's a man down I was dead broke, but I'm back now
Niggas had trouble playin' their position Now we f*cked up in the trap now
Yeah, my lil' bitch used to lie like she love me Now all her friends want the Smackdown
Zaza man yeah the pack around Whatever you need got it back around
My mama don't want me sellin' all these drugs But I got pending cases, what can I do
I feel like Tupac cause I got the juice Your bitch want me knockin' her doonies loose
Goin' through hard times, and I know it's gon' change So f*ck it, we all do
Had to learn how to man up And adapt to the change, they ain't comin' to save you
Bitch, I'm fully focused Knockin' shit out of the park, man, I'm soundin' like Babe Ruth
Gotta stack up these bands Invest it inside of my music, lil' nigga, that's phase two
And your bitch says she want me Cause you only talk bout money, I'm showin' what pape do
Motivation, see all my brothers excellin' Like shit gotta get on my grind too
Cough syrup, you know that shit slow me down When I'm movin' too fast, boo
Every step be calculated Why you worry bout me, I done passed you
I been prayin' a lot and doin' the footwork Lil' nigga, I fast too
Don't make a mistake, I'm still with the bullshit Lil' nigga, I blast you
Isn't it lovely? All alone, on the block, with your chrome
Prayin' to God that you get home Made a promise, won't leave my moms alone
Who the f*ck is these niggas? Worda bro They ain't did shit
You can ask hype right now He standin' right here, his bald head's in this clip
If he talking hot, he can get clipped And then that's the end
Only need members with me and my gun, nigga Give a f*ck bout a friend
I put that loyalty first , if you don't relate you bound to get hurt
He claim he a gangsta , he getting belt to ass , f*ck it just take em to church , before he end up in a hearse , and then covered with dirt, Walk down on ya block one leg
Step back, shootin' shit like I'm dirk I really live the shit that I rap about
Lil' nigga, I don't gotta flex, you think you tough
You wanna call my bluff, you know what's bout to happen next
Nigga, we leave em go send his clothes to the cleaners
He won't need em' The way we did that boy out there
You shoulda seen him, nigga, we- Hold on, nigga, we packed him, shit was a movie
Come get your girl up out my section She tryna do me, I cannot fall in love with a smoochie
I'm like, baby, I'm groovy I'm like, baby, I'm wavy
If you wanna f*ck me, gotta pay me, like I ain't tryna cap it, it is what it is
And I ain't worried bout your man, send shots at his ribs
I done got packs off in the freezing cold Nobody, just me and my gun
You don't gotta ask nobody Put that on my son, I'm 1 of 1 , nigga
He ain't tryna fight, I'm makin' him run These niggas is bums
All scrapin' up for some crumbs This shit is sad
And they say that they my opps, they make me laugh Nah, they make me mad
Gonna make me shoot through the dash
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When shit get lonely, I hold up my Glock Or I Pour Me Up A Four Of Wock
When shit hit the fan, I call my pops Cause I thought about huggin' the block
These bitches don't love you, I seen it a lot Said she love you, knowin' she a thot
I miss all my niggas, free em out the box fighting cases, shootin' for the stars
Yeah, that's a man down I was dead broke, but I'm back now
Niggas had trouble playin' their position Now we f*cked up in the trap now
Yeah, my lil' bitch used to lie like she love me Now all her friends want the Smackdown
Zaza man yeah the pack around Whatever you need got it back around
My mama don't want me sellin' all these drugs But I got pending cases, what can I do
I feel like Tupac cause I got the juice Your bitch want me knockin' her doonies loose
Goin' through hard times, and I know it's gon' change So f*ck it, we all do
Had to learn how to man up And adapt to the change, they ain't comin' to save you
Bitch, I'm fully focused Knockin' shit out of the park, man, I'm soundin' like Babe Ruth
Gotta stack up these bands Invest it inside of my music, lil' nigga, that's phase two
And your bitch says she want me Cause you only talk bout money, I'm showin' what pape do
Motivation, see all my brothers excellin' Like shit gotta get on my grind too
Cough syrup, you know that shit slow me down When I'm movin' too fast, boo
Every step be calculated Why you worry bout me, I done passed you
I been prayin' a lot and doin' the footwork Lil' nigga, I fast too
Don't make a mistake, I'm still with the bullshit Lil' nigga, I blast you
Isn't it lovely? All alone, on the block, with your chrome
Prayin' to God that you get home Made a promise, won't leave my moms alone
Who the f*ck is these niggas? Worda bro They ain't did shit
You can ask hype right now He standin' right here, his bald head's in this clip
If he talking hot, he can get clipped And then that's the end
Only need members with me and my gun, nigga Give a f*ck bout a friend
I put that loyalty first , if you don't relate you bound to get hurt
He claim he a gangsta , he getting belt to ass , f*ck it just take em to church , before he end up in a hearse , and then covered with dirt, Walk down on ya block one leg
Step back, shootin' shit like I'm dirk I really live the shit that I rap about
Lil' nigga, I don't gotta flex, you think you tough
You wanna call my bluff, you know what's bout to happen next
Nigga, we leave em go send his clothes to the cleaners
He won't need em' The way we did that boy out there
You shoulda seen him, nigga, we- Hold on, nigga, we packed him, shit was a movie
Come get your girl up out my section She tryna do me, I cannot fall in love with a smoochie
I'm like, baby, I'm groovy I'm like, baby, I'm wavy
If you wanna f*ck me, gotta pay me, like I ain't tryna cap it, it is what it is
And I ain't worried bout your man, send shots at his ribs
I done got packs off in the freezing cold Nobody, just me and my gun
You don't gotta ask nobody Put that on my son, I'm 1 of 1 , nigga
He ain't tryna fight, I'm makin' him run These niggas is bums
All scrapin' up for some crumbs This shit is sad
And they say that they my opps, they make me laugh Nah, they make me mad
Gonna make me shoot through the dash
When shit hit the fan, I call my pops Cause I thought about huggin' the block
These bitches don't love you, I seen it a lot Said she love you, knowin' she a thot
I miss all my niggas, free em out the box fighting cases, shootin' for the stars
Yeah, that's a man down I was dead broke, but I'm back now
Niggas had trouble playin' their position Now we f*cked up in the trap now
Yeah, my lil' bitch used to lie like she love me Now all her friends want the Smackdown
Zaza man yeah the pack around Whatever you need got it back around
My mama don't want me sellin' all these drugs But I got pending cases, what can I do
I feel like Tupac cause I got the juice Your bitch want me knockin' her doonies loose
Goin' through hard times, and I know it's gon' change So f*ck it, we all do
Had to learn how to man up And adapt to the change, they ain't comin' to save you
Bitch, I'm fully focused Knockin' shit out of the park, man, I'm soundin' like Babe Ruth
Gotta stack up these bands Invest it inside of my music, lil' nigga, that's phase two
And your bitch says she want me Cause you only talk bout money, I'm showin' what pape do
Motivation, see all my brothers excellin' Like shit gotta get on my grind too
Cough syrup, you know that shit slow me down When I'm movin' too fast, boo
Every step be calculated Why you worry bout me, I done passed you
I been prayin' a lot and doin' the footwork Lil' nigga, I fast too
Don't make a mistake, I'm still with the bullshit Lil' nigga, I blast you
Isn't it lovely? All alone, on the block, with your chrome
Prayin' to God that you get home Made a promise, won't leave my moms alone
Who the f*ck is these niggas? Worda bro They ain't did shit
You can ask hype right now He standin' right here, his bald head's in this clip
If he talking hot, he can get clipped And then that's the end
Only need members with me and my gun, nigga Give a f*ck bout a friend
I put that loyalty first , if you don't relate you bound to get hurt
He claim he a gangsta , he getting belt to ass , f*ck it just take em to church , before he end up in a hearse , and then covered with dirt, Walk down on ya block one leg
Step back, shootin' shit like I'm dirk I really live the shit that I rap about
Lil' nigga, I don't gotta flex, you think you tough
You wanna call my bluff, you know what's bout to happen next
Nigga, we leave em go send his clothes to the cleaners
He won't need em' The way we did that boy out there
You shoulda seen him, nigga, we- Hold on, nigga, we packed him, shit was a movie
Come get your girl up out my section She tryna do me, I cannot fall in love with a smoochie
I'm like, baby, I'm groovy I'm like, baby, I'm wavy
If you wanna f*ck me, gotta pay me, like I ain't tryna cap it, it is what it is
And I ain't worried bout your man, send shots at his ribs
I done got packs off in the freezing cold Nobody, just me and my gun
You don't gotta ask nobody Put that on my son, I'm 1 of 1 , nigga
He ain't tryna fight, I'm makin' him run These niggas is bums
All scrapin' up for some crumbs This shit is sad
And they say that they my opps, they make me laugh Nah, they make me mad
Gonna make me shoot through the dash
Writer: James Daniels, Janoah Fuller
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid