Onna Eight
Blood moon
Grab a eight of lean mix it in a Fanta
I was in the trenches with the arm and hammer
If I pull up tripping get the party canceled
If I pull up tipping I can fuck a dancer
Two bad bitches they ain't got no manners
If you snatch again ima leave you stranded
we lit again playing with them bands
You'll get hit again better play dead
Barely made it in I be off them meds
In a world of sin we don't play it fair
Slide back again if my niggas dared me
Heard he dead as hell put him in the air
We be raising hell never raise awareness
Fuck how you feeling and what you saying
I was in the field I got bloody hands
I was off a pill popped one hundred Xanax
We shoot at heads we don't shoot up houses
I was in the bed you was on the couch
Daddy in the feds five hundred thousand
Shit I wish him well he ain't give me nada
Can't be controlled ima fucking problem
Take his hoe home fuck the soul out her
Hoes call me daddy they just want allowance
They just want the Addy but I won't allow it
Keep two chickens in the coupe
Drunk as hell boobies out the roof
All I smell is cognac and coochie
Run up on me all you hear is boom
Donatello I be kicking moves
I was tryna tell them I'm the truth
Guess you pussy niggas needed proof
Sipping from the fountain of the youth
Ima live five ever bitch ass nigga
Seventeen breaking all the rules
Selling dope momma had a clue
She was searching random thru my room
I was selling crack to abusers
Watching how I act and I maneuver
Stopping all the traffic till I loose her
Out in east Atlanta with the babes
Dolce and Gabbana on the shades
Little brother caught up in a raid
On the phone with him felt the pain
Told him we gone see some better days
Kill everything moving in the way
Boss man pulled up in a wraith
That's was motivation till this day
Got a problem say it to my face
Now you in some shit you can't escape
They don't listen cause they can't relate
Those who do I'm sorry for the wait
Uh I ain't never rode a nigga wave
Gay as hell lurking on my page
Wanna catch me I'll be on the eight
Grab a eight of lean mix it in a Fanta
I was in the trenches with the arm and hammer
If I pull up tripping get the party canceled
If I pull up tipping I can fuck a dancer
Two bad bitches they ain't got no manners
If you snatch again ima leave you stranded
we lit again playing with them bands
You'll get hit again better play dead
Barely made it in I be off them meds
In a world of sin we don't play it fair
Slide back again if my niggas dared me
Heard he dead as hell put him in the air
We be raising hell never raise awareness
Fuck how you feeling and what you saying
I was in the field I got bloody hands
I was off a pill popped one hundred Xanax
We shoot at heads we don't shoot up houses
I was in the bed you was on the couch
Daddy in the feds five hundred thousand
Shit I wish him well he ain't give me nada
Can't be controlled ima fucking problem
Take his hoe home fuck the soul out her
Hoes call me daddy they just want allowance
They just want the Addy but I won't allow it
Keep two chickens in the coupe
Drunk as hell boobies out the roof
All I smell is cognac and coochie
Run up on me all you hear is boom
Donatello I be kicking moves
I was tryna tell them I'm the truth
Guess you pussy niggas needed proof
Sipping from the fountain of the youth
Ima live five ever bitch ass nigga
Seventeen breaking all the rules
Selling dope momma had a clue
She was searching random thru my room
I was selling crack to abusers
Watching how I act and I maneuver
Stopping all the traffic till I loose her
Out in east Atlanta with the babes
Dolce and Gabbana on the shades
Little brother caught up in a raid
On the phone with him felt the pain
Told him we gone see some better days
Kill everything moving in the way
Boss man pulled up in a wraith
That's was motivation till this day
Got a problem say it to my face
Now you in some shit you can't escape
They don't listen cause they can't relate
Those who do I'm sorry for the wait
Uh I ain't never rode a nigga wave
Gay as hell lurking on my page
Wanna catch me I'll be on the eight
Credits
Writer(s): Brian Christopher Roke, Anton E Pastoria, Moritz Busch, Jamarr Maurell Sr Baker
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