Have Ya Way
I told my brodie keep on going
We ain't got time to take a break
I couldn't even recognize my nigga
Seen that hate up on his face
How you gon stab me in my back
I put that food up on yo plate
I even put you in position
Let you have yo own way
Tried to show my squad better
Give my dogs a better life
We wearing montclair sweaters
Just to compliment the ice
Same nigga ina trenches
As i am when I'm outside
And if shit ever go left
I'll hold it down til we get right
Treat you like my blood brother
I got it then you got it
Bad lil boujie vibe
And you know that she exotic
She trying to keep me out the streets
She ain't the type promoting violence
Told shawty bare with me
My dogs slide then i'm sliding
When yo dog on yo side
And you lose him
That's a different pain
Trying to hide emotions sipping syrup
Still ain't slept for days
Told my sister pick her mansion
No more section eight
Only thing i hate is i ain't rich
She still gotta wait
I told my brodie keep on going
We ain't got time to take a break
I couldn't even recognize my nigga
Seen that hate up on his face
How you gon stab me in my back
I put that food up on yo plate
I even put you in position
Let you have yo own way
Tried to show my squad better
Give my dogs a better life
We wearing montclair sweaters
Just to compliment the ice
Same nigga ina trenches
As i am when I'm outside
And if shit ever go left
I'll hold it down til we get right
Diamonds on me bussdown
Yea they frozen
Same nigga doing skits out the foreign
Told my shooter take his top
He spin the block i bet he scoring
Make his mama put
His face up on a shirt
And now she gorgeous
It wasn't no mercy for our side
When it was raining it was pouring
And my driver know what's up
When i hop in he gon floor it
I told my brodie keep on going
We ain't got time to take a break
I couldn't even recognize my nigga
Seen that hate up on his face
How you gon stab me in my back
I put that food up on yo plate
I even put you in position
Let you have yo own way
Try ta show my squad better
Give my dogs a better life
We wearing montclair sweaters
Just to compliment the ice
Same nigga ina trenches
As i am when I'm outside
And if shit ever go left
I'll hold it down til we get right
We ain't got time to take a break
I couldn't even recognize my nigga
Seen that hate up on his face
How you gon stab me in my back
I put that food up on yo plate
I even put you in position
Let you have yo own way
Tried to show my squad better
Give my dogs a better life
We wearing montclair sweaters
Just to compliment the ice
Same nigga ina trenches
As i am when I'm outside
And if shit ever go left
I'll hold it down til we get right
Treat you like my blood brother
I got it then you got it
Bad lil boujie vibe
And you know that she exotic
She trying to keep me out the streets
She ain't the type promoting violence
Told shawty bare with me
My dogs slide then i'm sliding
When yo dog on yo side
And you lose him
That's a different pain
Trying to hide emotions sipping syrup
Still ain't slept for days
Told my sister pick her mansion
No more section eight
Only thing i hate is i ain't rich
She still gotta wait
I told my brodie keep on going
We ain't got time to take a break
I couldn't even recognize my nigga
Seen that hate up on his face
How you gon stab me in my back
I put that food up on yo plate
I even put you in position
Let you have yo own way
Tried to show my squad better
Give my dogs a better life
We wearing montclair sweaters
Just to compliment the ice
Same nigga ina trenches
As i am when I'm outside
And if shit ever go left
I'll hold it down til we get right
Diamonds on me bussdown
Yea they frozen
Same nigga doing skits out the foreign
Told my shooter take his top
He spin the block i bet he scoring
Make his mama put
His face up on a shirt
And now she gorgeous
It wasn't no mercy for our side
When it was raining it was pouring
And my driver know what's up
When i hop in he gon floor it
I told my brodie keep on going
We ain't got time to take a break
I couldn't even recognize my nigga
Seen that hate up on his face
How you gon stab me in my back
I put that food up on yo plate
I even put you in position
Let you have yo own way
Try ta show my squad better
Give my dogs a better life
We wearing montclair sweaters
Just to compliment the ice
Same nigga ina trenches
As i am when I'm outside
And if shit ever go left
I'll hold it down til we get right
Credits
Writer(s): Swavy Jb
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