Geordan Favors (feat. Deante' Hitchcock)

Got some favor on me
Don't cross the line, talkin' bout
I got some favor on me
Don't cross the line (whole, whole, whole squad)

M-My woadie keep that ratchet, he might kill a motherfucker
My woadie got that ratchet, he might kill a motherfucker (bitch)
My woadie got that ratchet, he might kill a motherfucker
My woadie got that ratchet
My woadie got that ratchet (bitch)

Yeah, outside baby, it's a arms race
Baby it's a 10-4
Baby, it's a "Can you hit me back, yeah?"
Down side, baby, it's a warm day
Swing around the north coast
Baby, it's a "Can you hit me back?" (Bitch)

My demons hit me back like every time that I was drunk
My demons hit me back like every time when I was slumped
My demons ain't relaxing, ain't relaxing but I'm in charge
He know I keep that ratchet
He know I keep that ratchet

M-My woadie keep that ratchet, he might kill a motherfucker
My woadie got that ratchet, he might kill a motherfucker
My woadie got that ratchet, he might kill a motherfucker
My woadie got that ratchet
My woadie got that ratchet (whole squad)

I got some favor on me
Don't cross the line, talkin' bout
I got some favor on me
Don't cross the line (uh)

My nigga brought it back, he can't relax while on them bars
My nigga brought it back, he can't relax while on them bars
My nigga brought it back, he can't relax while on them bars
He know I got that ratchet
I know he got that ratchet

Okay, okay, If you don't fuck with me then get the fuck
And stay the fuck from 'round
The world done fucked me up
Tell me what's the play 'cause you know I'm down
Ratchet on my side, hope I'm making Juicy J proud
And I know my way 'round
That trigger slide on niggas like playgrounds

Okay now, God a funny nigga
How I'm conscious that I lost my conscience
Got the .30 on me, he got the .32
All my niggas look like Magic Johnson
Brought my little partner, had the magnum on him
Way before he ever had to buy a condom
If he buy a condom, it's to fuck the world
She done screwed a lot of niggas at the bottom

We was kids hittin' backflips, on them pissy ass mattresses
Practicin' then flower, before I blast and swirl
Knocking wheels off axis'
Act as if we fine, pour a cup of that Actavis
I coulda been me an activist
We see them acts of crime
Ended up as a catalyst
For all the motherfuckin' madness'
Shattering my mind

Dark times my nigga
We was s'possed to be the light bearers
When my partner died, I ain't even had time to cry
It was in morning havin' night terrors
And I never addressed it, I don't write letters
Once you get the grieving, you're a goner
I ain't pussy, push me if you wanna
See my lil' woadie keep it on 'em
(Lil' bitch my woadie)

I got some favors on me
Don't cross the line, talkin' bout
I got some favors on me
Don't cross the line

M-My woadie keep that ratchet, he might kill a motherfucker
My woadie got that ratchet, he might kill a motherfucker
My woadie got that ratchet, he might kill a motherfucker
My woadie got that ratchet
My woadie got that ratchet (bitch)

My woadie-, might kill a motherfucker
My woadie-, might kill a motherfucker
My woadie-, might kill a motherfucker
My woadie, my woadie, my woadie



Credits
Writer(s): Deante Hitchcock, Cory Altenhofen, Isiah Mcclain, Freddie Jefferson
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