appeal

Hey
Escobar nigga
Hey

I aint got no love for these niggas only love for killers
We was kicking doors for them benjis what we get we gon split it naw foreal
Told my dawg to slow down niggas dying from popping pills
Niggas ain't never been handy but ready for a drill

They just gave my dawg some years he coming back on appeals
I was watching Wayne I wanted diamonds said fuck some veneers
Yeah Ian got no BM hoes tryna give me a kid
Granny glad a nigga ain't been juugin I'm finally legit
I was selling mid come in the crib then watch 106
It was in a stolen car the first time I drove a stick
Ain't no love for these niggas ain't no love for these bitches
I'm in a love wit dem digits got a lust for dem triggers

Niggas get kilt by who they know nigga it's hardly strangers
That's why that 40 on all my fits bitch it's on a hanger
Buddy went to tatting up his face and now he think he dangerous
Only crashing out cause you broke boy all that pent up anger
Better get you a hustle and quit flexing all that muscle
Try to tussle thinking you tough dem young niggas gon bust you
And leave you slumping
Throw my own money I think I'm usher
Boy that's yo CEO money you try to flex it you funny
Niggas ain't taking shit from me tired of dem making assumptions
I bought all dis drip and ice the label and bought me nothing
Put the curve inside her only way ima keep her coming
Niggas bet not sleep on me bitch I'm always up to something
Songs with future songs with baby did the group shit drove me crazy
Spent a 30 ball just on videos still spending daily
Daddy he ain't shit but I'm still grateful that that nigga made me
Give my mama credit but foreal I know that sealer raised hey
This no exaggeration I know a nigga 40 bitch up every situation
(Naw fr I had to realize how smart I was)
Niggas see me now they intimidated they hate the way a nigga think
Just a genuine nigga at heart they wish that I was weak
Hate the way them hoe looking at me dem bitches barley blink
It ain't too much bad shit that they can say about me but they gon try anyway
A nigga try yeah he can die any day
When I leave the house I grab my glock and I pray
This shit can go either way
Patrick died Bam died Mills died Ryo died damn I cried shit so fucked up to say
Ima put my granny on a jet just like I promise
On my mama told my mama no more yes sir your honor
That gun sound got its own music need it's own genre
Ain't no OGs youngins rob ya for some dolce gabanna

They just gave my dawg some tears he coming back on appeals
I was watching Wayne I wanted diamonds said fuck some veneers yeah
I aint got no BM hoes tryna give me a kid
Granny glad a nigga ain't been juugin I'm finally legit
I was selling mid come in the crib then watch 106
It was in a stolen car the first time I drove a stick
Ain't no love for these niggas ain't no love for these bitches
I'm in a love wit dem digits got a lust for dem triggers



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Writer(s): B Green
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