Intro (Never Look Back)
You know we ride i stay with my brothers you know
We Ain't lacking we all got the heat them hollows be
Hitting a nigga right in his neck watch how i Put' em to sleep
I hear that you bringing ya clique I'm bringing my gang you know we all coming deep
I hear that you bringing your clique I'm bring my gang you know we all coming deep
I'ma run up on a nigga ain't doing no talking watch how i let it go off
He steady playing with guns he done shot his self like cheddar bob did in his draws
I know they hating i know they be watching she sucking dick while she put on her stockings
Nigga act crazy we getting it popping i know that you cheap cause you still wearing robins
I told my lil brother we never look back but never forget that we came from the trap
Whole lotta sticks with a whole lotta crack my homie indicted for toating them straps
And we lost moni we can't get' em back you talk about Brodie we getting you wack
I stay off the drugs come roll up a pack ducking them feds i had to get back
You say you be sliming you see me with slat or i'm with looney re'ing up the pack
Put that on babies you know we don't lack just bought a four five and it came with a mack
See me in traffic you don't want static you don't want smoke big glock i toat
Run up nigga better pray for his hope
We Ain't lacking we all got the heat them hollows be
Hitting a nigga right in his neck watch how i Put' em to sleep
I hear that you bringing ya clique I'm bringing my gang you know we all coming deep
I hear that you bringing your clique I'm bring my gang you know we all coming deep
I'ma run up on a nigga ain't doing no talking watch how i let it go off
He steady playing with guns he done shot his self like cheddar bob did in his draws
I know they hating i know they be watching she sucking dick while she put on her stockings
Nigga act crazy we getting it popping i know that you cheap cause you still wearing robins
I told my lil brother we never look back but never forget that we came from the trap
Whole lotta sticks with a whole lotta crack my homie indicted for toating them straps
And we lost moni we can't get' em back you talk about Brodie we getting you wack
I stay off the drugs come roll up a pack ducking them feds i had to get back
You say you be sliming you see me with slat or i'm with looney re'ing up the pack
Put that on babies you know we don't lack just bought a four five and it came with a mack
See me in traffic you don't want static you don't want smoke big glock i toat
Run up nigga better pray for his hope
Credits
Writer(s): Rahjahn Brown
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