Nobody Til Somebody Kill You (feat. BandGang Lonnie Bands)
Mama asked me whats my plans
I said running out of rubber bands
Bad bitch that i can't stand
But i love her thats my dog
Do whatever for my dogs
Give my last to my mans
I was the man with the plan
Since back when niggas was smoking gan
You aint gotta ask i understand
You aint gotta feel me fuck a fan bitch
You aint in them trenches
Seeing the eyes of them niggas
That'll die for a chance to feed the fam
My nigga on the run
My income come from outta state
My dog think he buns
We running lights we smoking dank
My shoulders weigh a ton
They hated that we won
How the fuck you mad at me when all i ever showed was love
Tell God come get me if my bitch aint pretty
And my niggas aint the realest yea
Long way from all my friends being stealers dealers killers
You wasn't with us you won't feel this yea
They say you aint nobody till somebody kill you
I come from the realist I'm my mamas baby
I'm my niggas nigga I'm that nigga nigga
Im that nigga nigga Im that mutha fuckin yea
Hey its different when you live it
Live yo dog turning witness
I've been traveling on my pivot pivot getting yea
Gotta to pay my dog visit man they gave double digits
Heard them boys tryna kill me tell em get it in
We the ones that kill the killers
We the ones that serve the dealers
Sick as hell just off this pill dust I'm sick in the head
Young niggas pulling triggers
He aint have no pot to piss in
You can't judge him you won't feel him you was spoon fed
The feds a get you o n yo worse day ooh
God forgive me I've been sinning in the worse way ooh
I even got my bitch selling pussy on church day ooh
Them people just raided me ooh on thursday ooh ooh
Pull up to the airport need a one way huh
You can lose yo life forever just off one play huh huh
They gone let you make your money till its gunplay huh huh
I pray to God I make it out this shit one day ooh
Tell God come get me if my bitch aint pretty
And my niggas aint the realest yea
Long way from all my friends being stealers dealers killers
You wasn't with us you won't feel this yea
They say you aint nobody till somebody kill you
I come from the realist I'm my mamas baby
I'm my niggas nigga I'm that nigga nigga
Im that nigga nigga Im that mutha fuckin yea
I said running out of rubber bands
Bad bitch that i can't stand
But i love her thats my dog
Do whatever for my dogs
Give my last to my mans
I was the man with the plan
Since back when niggas was smoking gan
You aint gotta ask i understand
You aint gotta feel me fuck a fan bitch
You aint in them trenches
Seeing the eyes of them niggas
That'll die for a chance to feed the fam
My nigga on the run
My income come from outta state
My dog think he buns
We running lights we smoking dank
My shoulders weigh a ton
They hated that we won
How the fuck you mad at me when all i ever showed was love
Tell God come get me if my bitch aint pretty
And my niggas aint the realest yea
Long way from all my friends being stealers dealers killers
You wasn't with us you won't feel this yea
They say you aint nobody till somebody kill you
I come from the realist I'm my mamas baby
I'm my niggas nigga I'm that nigga nigga
Im that nigga nigga Im that mutha fuckin yea
Hey its different when you live it
Live yo dog turning witness
I've been traveling on my pivot pivot getting yea
Gotta to pay my dog visit man they gave double digits
Heard them boys tryna kill me tell em get it in
We the ones that kill the killers
We the ones that serve the dealers
Sick as hell just off this pill dust I'm sick in the head
Young niggas pulling triggers
He aint have no pot to piss in
You can't judge him you won't feel him you was spoon fed
The feds a get you o n yo worse day ooh
God forgive me I've been sinning in the worse way ooh
I even got my bitch selling pussy on church day ooh
Them people just raided me ooh on thursday ooh ooh
Pull up to the airport need a one way huh
You can lose yo life forever just off one play huh huh
They gone let you make your money till its gunplay huh huh
I pray to God I make it out this shit one day ooh
Tell God come get me if my bitch aint pretty
And my niggas aint the realest yea
Long way from all my friends being stealers dealers killers
You wasn't with us you won't feel this yea
They say you aint nobody till somebody kill you
I come from the realist I'm my mamas baby
I'm my niggas nigga I'm that nigga nigga
Im that nigga nigga Im that mutha fuckin yea
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Kenney
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