Make It Out
Man, They gone try to count you out
When you trynna make it out
Posted with my demons
We just trynna chase the paper route
I just want a Rollie wit dem diamond vvs in my mouth
These niggas talking all that hot shit but they never be outside
Lost my mind, I'm going crazy, can't believe I lost my dawg
Got 2blatt on my side and he gone really lift shit up
Send my yungin', go and slime em, shiesty season, come round
These niggas talking all that hot shit but they never be outside
Trynna put some food up on they plate told my bro we gonna make it out
gotta watch out for the snakes
Better watch who got your back
Rather have my momma pay my bond
'fore she pull up and ID her Son
And we den came up from slums 'member all the rainy days
Better watch who got your back cause they gone smile up in ur face
Trenches baby from da block my niggas call that jungle
Tell 'em boys if they want the smoke den we can rumble
Gotta get it with my guys yea I'm keeping it a Hundo
Man, They gone try to count you out
when you trynna make it out
Posted with my demons
We just trynna chase the paper route
I just want a Rollie with dem diamond vvs in my mouth
These niggas talking all that hot shit but they never be outside
Lost my mind, I'm going crazy, can't believe I lost my dawg
Got Twoblatt on my side and he gone really lift shit up
Send my yungin, go and slime em, shiesty season, come round
These niggas talking all that hot shit but they never be outside
Can't see these haters through this Cartier Vision
And fuck the opposition
Niggas needing passes, I don't need permission
Lost my cousin to the streets, that's why I keep a Smith N (Smith N)
Pour some liquor for my dead homies
And free my niggas out that chain gang
Know my niggas love to slang things
And Momma hating that we gangbang
No lie
That .45 make your chest decline
And if you wanna come ride, come ride
We'll take you to the other side, the other side
Use to have dreams about rocking designer, now we pull up in big body whips
Snatch his chain and we taking his bitch
Yea I'm Blood, but I fuck with some Crips
Man, They gone try to count you out
When you trynna make it out
Posted with my demons
We just trynna chase the paper route
I just want a Rollie wit dem diamond vvs in my mouth
These niggas talking all that hot shit but they never be outside
Lost my mind, I'm going crazy, can't believe I lost my dawg
Got Twoblatt on my side and he gone really lift shit up
Send my yungin', go and slime em, shiesty season, come round
These niggas talking all that hot shit but they never be outside
When you trynna make it out
Posted with my demons
We just trynna chase the paper route
I just want a Rollie wit dem diamond vvs in my mouth
These niggas talking all that hot shit but they never be outside
Lost my mind, I'm going crazy, can't believe I lost my dawg
Got 2blatt on my side and he gone really lift shit up
Send my yungin', go and slime em, shiesty season, come round
These niggas talking all that hot shit but they never be outside
Trynna put some food up on they plate told my bro we gonna make it out
gotta watch out for the snakes
Better watch who got your back
Rather have my momma pay my bond
'fore she pull up and ID her Son
And we den came up from slums 'member all the rainy days
Better watch who got your back cause they gone smile up in ur face
Trenches baby from da block my niggas call that jungle
Tell 'em boys if they want the smoke den we can rumble
Gotta get it with my guys yea I'm keeping it a Hundo
Man, They gone try to count you out
when you trynna make it out
Posted with my demons
We just trynna chase the paper route
I just want a Rollie with dem diamond vvs in my mouth
These niggas talking all that hot shit but they never be outside
Lost my mind, I'm going crazy, can't believe I lost my dawg
Got Twoblatt on my side and he gone really lift shit up
Send my yungin, go and slime em, shiesty season, come round
These niggas talking all that hot shit but they never be outside
Can't see these haters through this Cartier Vision
And fuck the opposition
Niggas needing passes, I don't need permission
Lost my cousin to the streets, that's why I keep a Smith N (Smith N)
Pour some liquor for my dead homies
And free my niggas out that chain gang
Know my niggas love to slang things
And Momma hating that we gangbang
No lie
That .45 make your chest decline
And if you wanna come ride, come ride
We'll take you to the other side, the other side
Use to have dreams about rocking designer, now we pull up in big body whips
Snatch his chain and we taking his bitch
Yea I'm Blood, but I fuck with some Crips
Man, They gone try to count you out
When you trynna make it out
Posted with my demons
We just trynna chase the paper route
I just want a Rollie wit dem diamond vvs in my mouth
These niggas talking all that hot shit but they never be outside
Lost my mind, I'm going crazy, can't believe I lost my dawg
Got Twoblatt on my side and he gone really lift shit up
Send my yungin', go and slime em, shiesty season, come round
These niggas talking all that hot shit but they never be outside
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Writer(s): David Mumbiri
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