Made the List
(Ayy-Ayy-Ayy-Ayy-Ayy, that probably Tago)
Uh, I got David Jenning's bitch with me
Says she want it three shit
Why the fuck everybody in my business? That's what I don't get
Remember I was in the trap and I ain't have shit
Just me and all my brothers tryna come up on a lick
If you still around, I love you, that's some shit I won't forget
Feds just ran in red's shit, I know they wish they found the brick
Tell them bitches try again, we move it soon as it come in
Niggas shootin' for attention, just don't know you made the list
Yeah, my shooter 'bout his business, when he up it, he don't miss
I just got me some new water, now I'm finna flood my wrist
Really shining, yellow diamonds, damn this shit look like my piss
I stepped out rocking designer, I drop bands up on my fit
I ain't never need a stylist, I'm too fly for all that shit
I'm in the streets, so the code is what I live by
Sometimes I wish I could spread my wings and fly
I just want the money so I put the bullshit to the side
If it's a problem, we gon' come and slide
Bitch, you can't run forever, why you tryna hide?
Lately, I been chillin', since a young nigga been on the rise
Chasin' after millions, I won't stop until I'm satisfied
I'ma feed my family, that's the only thing be on my mind
The ones I love, I'ma die behind
Everybody can't be real, somebody lyin', yeah
Somebody lyin'
Shh, shh, bah, bah, fuck 'em and there's some shots firin'
Bitch, we slangin' iron
I'ma get off, I ain't gon' waste no time
Why the fuck everybody in my business? That's what I don't get
Remember I was in the trap and I ain't have shit
Just me and all my brothers tryna come up on a lick
If you still around, I love you, that's some shit I won't forget
Feds just ran in red's shit, I know they wish they found the brick
Tell them bitches try again, we move it soon as it come in
Niggas shootin' for attention, just don't know you made the list
Yeah, my shooter 'bout his business, when he up it, he don't miss
I just got off the phone, I got a play in motion
I know they want me gone, so I'm toolie toting
I'm in Cali blowin' strong, this shit got me choking
All this ice around my neck, it got my body frozen
She want fuck, I told her come over, I look like a Rover
Fuck the bed, we can use the sofa, 'long as you bend over
Let's get high, baby hit the blunt, I don't want you sober
But don't be shy, girl let's have some fun, don't stop 'til it's over
I like muddy situation, double cup my soda
Smokin' gas, this shit really stank, please excuse the odor
I ain't slippin' though, best believe I move 'round with that toaster
Don't run up, I'ma bust your shit and take it off your shoulders
I will never fold, I know I will never fold up
They ask me for favors and I just tell 'em hold up
Yeah, the streets made us now look how we done blowed up
Fuck 12, they can't control us, fuck 12, they can't control us
Why the fuck everybody in my business? That's what I don't get
Remember I was in the trap and I ain't have shit
Just me and all my brothers tryna come up on a lick
If you still around, I love you, that's some shit I won't forget
Feds just ran in red's shit, I know they wish they found the brick
Tell them bitches try again, we move it soon as it come in
Niggas shootin' for attention, just don't know you made the list
Yeah, my shooter 'bout his business, when he up it, he don't miss
Uh, I got David Jenning's bitch with me
Says she want it three shit
Why the fuck everybody in my business? That's what I don't get
Remember I was in the trap and I ain't have shit
Just me and all my brothers tryna come up on a lick
If you still around, I love you, that's some shit I won't forget
Feds just ran in red's shit, I know they wish they found the brick
Tell them bitches try again, we move it soon as it come in
Niggas shootin' for attention, just don't know you made the list
Yeah, my shooter 'bout his business, when he up it, he don't miss
I just got me some new water, now I'm finna flood my wrist
Really shining, yellow diamonds, damn this shit look like my piss
I stepped out rocking designer, I drop bands up on my fit
I ain't never need a stylist, I'm too fly for all that shit
I'm in the streets, so the code is what I live by
Sometimes I wish I could spread my wings and fly
I just want the money so I put the bullshit to the side
If it's a problem, we gon' come and slide
Bitch, you can't run forever, why you tryna hide?
Lately, I been chillin', since a young nigga been on the rise
Chasin' after millions, I won't stop until I'm satisfied
I'ma feed my family, that's the only thing be on my mind
The ones I love, I'ma die behind
Everybody can't be real, somebody lyin', yeah
Somebody lyin'
Shh, shh, bah, bah, fuck 'em and there's some shots firin'
Bitch, we slangin' iron
I'ma get off, I ain't gon' waste no time
Why the fuck everybody in my business? That's what I don't get
Remember I was in the trap and I ain't have shit
Just me and all my brothers tryna come up on a lick
If you still around, I love you, that's some shit I won't forget
Feds just ran in red's shit, I know they wish they found the brick
Tell them bitches try again, we move it soon as it come in
Niggas shootin' for attention, just don't know you made the list
Yeah, my shooter 'bout his business, when he up it, he don't miss
I just got off the phone, I got a play in motion
I know they want me gone, so I'm toolie toting
I'm in Cali blowin' strong, this shit got me choking
All this ice around my neck, it got my body frozen
She want fuck, I told her come over, I look like a Rover
Fuck the bed, we can use the sofa, 'long as you bend over
Let's get high, baby hit the blunt, I don't want you sober
But don't be shy, girl let's have some fun, don't stop 'til it's over
I like muddy situation, double cup my soda
Smokin' gas, this shit really stank, please excuse the odor
I ain't slippin' though, best believe I move 'round with that toaster
Don't run up, I'ma bust your shit and take it off your shoulders
I will never fold, I know I will never fold up
They ask me for favors and I just tell 'em hold up
Yeah, the streets made us now look how we done blowed up
Fuck 12, they can't control us, fuck 12, they can't control us
Why the fuck everybody in my business? That's what I don't get
Remember I was in the trap and I ain't have shit
Just me and all my brothers tryna come up on a lick
If you still around, I love you, that's some shit I won't forget
Feds just ran in red's shit, I know they wish they found the brick
Tell them bitches try again, we move it soon as it come in
Niggas shootin' for attention, just don't know you made the list
Yeah, my shooter 'bout his business, when he up it, he don't miss
Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Horton, Javorius Scott, Dwayne Jackson, Aaron Tago
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