Tears
Hey
Screaming free all the guys 'cause they locked got some time
Jersey ain't got no bail, got to max out
That night at the trey, got my seconds
Put body in back of the trunk, at the trap house
Claim that you on my side, tryin' to snake one of mines
Lil' buddy, that there get you tapped out
Hating on me, tell me what that's 'bout, I just want get to the money
Put my partners in a position to get to the cash route
Tell me what is yo' background?
I'm walking up, so I don't miss
Won't have to spin back 'round
They be showing love when you up, soon as you stuck
They gon' treat you real bad when you back down
They don't know what fair is, this .40 do all the fighting
Oh, no, it never back down
No, it never -, lil' fooly, no, it never back down
Yeah, yeah
'Cause you know how I'm rocking 'til the world blow
It's baby G'z, ain't no dolphin in my flood folk
(Seven fo' seven fo' 'til the world blow)
Still solid, still focused 'til the world notice
Five plus one
(Brr, let's get it crackin')
Don't really know me, they heard of me
I'ma keep repping my block 'til the day that they murder me
Put me up top with the real ones, that died giving all that they got
Tryin' to get to the currency
Off-white crocs, do a hit now they burgundy
Sticks off the undernet, came in from Germany
Upload the bits, the fit is a body, she all in my mit
Tell her hop in the mozzy
Massaging my tip with her tonsils
In the hood I'ma GD apostle
Give the gang game, treat it like gospel
Don't play with me, better play with ya nostrils, lil' bastard
I couldn't eat enough, did some drugs
I was down, they would keep me up
Sorry Nylah, ya' dad with illegal stuff
On the south with the northface, the heater tuck
Screaming free all the guys, 'cause they locked got some time
Jersey ain't got no bail, gotta max out
That night at the trey got my seconds
Put body in back of the trunk, at the trap house
Claim that you on my side tryin' to snake one of mines
Lil' buddy, that there get you tapped out
Hating on me, tell me what that's 'bout
I just want get to the money
Put my partners in a position to get to the cash route
What is yo' background?
I'm walking up, so I don't miss
Won't have to spin back 'round
Showing love when you up, soon as you stuck
They gon' treat you real bad when you back down
They don't know what fair is, this .40 do all the fighting
Oh, no, it never back down
No, it never -, lil' fooly, no, it never back down (what's up?)
Screaming free all the guys 'cause they locked got some time
Jersey ain't got no bail, got to max out
That night at the trey, got my seconds
Put body in back of the trunk, at the trap house
Claim that you on my side, tryin' to snake one of mines
Lil' buddy, that there get you tapped out
Hating on me, tell me what that's 'bout, I just want get to the money
Put my partners in a position to get to the cash route
Tell me what is yo' background?
I'm walking up, so I don't miss
Won't have to spin back 'round
They be showing love when you up, soon as you stuck
They gon' treat you real bad when you back down
They don't know what fair is, this .40 do all the fighting
Oh, no, it never back down
No, it never -, lil' fooly, no, it never back down
Yeah, yeah
'Cause you know how I'm rocking 'til the world blow
It's baby G'z, ain't no dolphin in my flood folk
(Seven fo' seven fo' 'til the world blow)
Still solid, still focused 'til the world notice
Five plus one
(Brr, let's get it crackin')
Don't really know me, they heard of me
I'ma keep repping my block 'til the day that they murder me
Put me up top with the real ones, that died giving all that they got
Tryin' to get to the currency
Off-white crocs, do a hit now they burgundy
Sticks off the undernet, came in from Germany
Upload the bits, the fit is a body, she all in my mit
Tell her hop in the mozzy
Massaging my tip with her tonsils
In the hood I'ma GD apostle
Give the gang game, treat it like gospel
Don't play with me, better play with ya nostrils, lil' bastard
I couldn't eat enough, did some drugs
I was down, they would keep me up
Sorry Nylah, ya' dad with illegal stuff
On the south with the northface, the heater tuck
Screaming free all the guys, 'cause they locked got some time
Jersey ain't got no bail, gotta max out
That night at the trey got my seconds
Put body in back of the trunk, at the trap house
Claim that you on my side tryin' to snake one of mines
Lil' buddy, that there get you tapped out
Hating on me, tell me what that's 'bout
I just want get to the money
Put my partners in a position to get to the cash route
What is yo' background?
I'm walking up, so I don't miss
Won't have to spin back 'round
Showing love when you up, soon as you stuck
They gon' treat you real bad when you back down
They don't know what fair is, this .40 do all the fighting
Oh, no, it never back down
No, it never -, lil' fooly, no, it never back down (what's up?)
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Writer(s): Rahmeik Bowman, Johnny Colvin
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