After That
(Banger, banger)
(Oh, yeah, I'm finna make a banger with this one)
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
Nigga got hit in his shit and I got rich after that (got rich)
Opps bitches, they ain't never get no get back for that (fuck niggas)
Hundred, fifty killers with me, whips tinted back to back (back to back)
Went and blow like 50 grand, then I'm gettin' out the 'Raq (I'm out the Raq)
When they shot my lil' brother, we was spinnin' after that
Ran up ten hats in one summer, know we winnin' after that (after that)
Got us duckin' undercovers, niggas bitches, and they rats (they rats)
Hit a nigga with his brother, after that we want another (come one)
Boogie whacked 'bout chit chattin', pillow talkin' under covers
Split his ass like Kit-Kats, he get caught walkin' under them gutters (ayy)
Half a million to the lawyers, we got patience with each other
Dead broke investigation, in that station and he stutter
Hoes scandalous, I don't trust her
Talk too fast, she got a ass and this bitch bad, but I don't love her
Got a bag, but I won't cuff her (Uh-huh)
She can't never get my time, and she can't ride with me in public (swerve)
80 percent these hoes trash, my bitch nag, but she ain't fuckin'
I ain't goin' out like no sucker, I'm in my bag, I'm in my duffle (I'm in my duffle)
A lot of you niggas was the one then went out bad like David Ruffin
Lot of you niggas was my sons 'til I had sons, and now you ain't nothin' (pussy)
Went to war, we let off guns, I got home blood all on my buttons
Nigga got hit in his shit and I got rich after that (got rich)
Opps bitches, they ain't never get no get back for that (fuck niggas)
Hundred, fifty killers with me, whips tinted back to back (back to back)
Went blow like 50 grand, then I'm gettin' out the 'Raq (I'm out the Raq)
When they shot my lil' brother, we was spinnin' after that
Ran up ten hats in one summer, know we winnin' after that (after that)
Got us duckin' undercovers, niggas bitches, and they rats (they rats)
Hit a nigga with his brother, after that we want another (come one)
Just for Cap, we throw up B's that's how we bleedin' for my brother (on Cap)
And for Max, we throw up C's, ain't none but G's out the gutter (Max)
Ran through sacks I'm having G's, I got that cheese like some rubber (you know that)
Where I'm from ain't nothin' but hustlers, get this shit straight off the muscle (yeah)
On my street ain't nothin' but killers, I got shooters like the Rucker (ayy)
Why you think they yellin' "Drench him", those some shootin' motherfuckers (ayy)
Ask the city 'bout No Limit, we some shootin' motherfuckers (baow)
I'm just tryin' to get richer, they keep shootin' motherfuckers (fuck)
I was stuck in the trenches, now my ice hittin' and my life litter
Rap niggas get rich off suckin' dick, they act just like bitches
Reason you don't see me in no pics 'cause I don't like niggas (bitch)
Tweak with me, that flame from out this Glick go out like light switches (brr)
Nigga got hit in his shit and I got rich after that (got rich)
Opps bitches, they ain't never get no get back for that (fuck niggas)
Hundred, fifty killers with me, whips tinted back to back (back to back)
Went and blow like 50 grand, then I'm gettin' out the 'Raq (I'm out the Raq)
When they shot my lil' brother, we was spinnin' after that
Ran up ten hats in one summer, know we winnin' after that (after that)
Got us duckin' undercovers, niggas bitches, and they rats (they rats)
Hit a nigga with his brother, after that we want another (come one)
(Oh, yeah, I'm finna make a banger with this one)
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
Nigga got hit in his shit and I got rich after that (got rich)
Opps bitches, they ain't never get no get back for that (fuck niggas)
Hundred, fifty killers with me, whips tinted back to back (back to back)
Went and blow like 50 grand, then I'm gettin' out the 'Raq (I'm out the Raq)
When they shot my lil' brother, we was spinnin' after that
Ran up ten hats in one summer, know we winnin' after that (after that)
Got us duckin' undercovers, niggas bitches, and they rats (they rats)
Hit a nigga with his brother, after that we want another (come one)
Boogie whacked 'bout chit chattin', pillow talkin' under covers
Split his ass like Kit-Kats, he get caught walkin' under them gutters (ayy)
Half a million to the lawyers, we got patience with each other
Dead broke investigation, in that station and he stutter
Hoes scandalous, I don't trust her
Talk too fast, she got a ass and this bitch bad, but I don't love her
Got a bag, but I won't cuff her (Uh-huh)
She can't never get my time, and she can't ride with me in public (swerve)
80 percent these hoes trash, my bitch nag, but she ain't fuckin'
I ain't goin' out like no sucker, I'm in my bag, I'm in my duffle (I'm in my duffle)
A lot of you niggas was the one then went out bad like David Ruffin
Lot of you niggas was my sons 'til I had sons, and now you ain't nothin' (pussy)
Went to war, we let off guns, I got home blood all on my buttons
Nigga got hit in his shit and I got rich after that (got rich)
Opps bitches, they ain't never get no get back for that (fuck niggas)
Hundred, fifty killers with me, whips tinted back to back (back to back)
Went blow like 50 grand, then I'm gettin' out the 'Raq (I'm out the Raq)
When they shot my lil' brother, we was spinnin' after that
Ran up ten hats in one summer, know we winnin' after that (after that)
Got us duckin' undercovers, niggas bitches, and they rats (they rats)
Hit a nigga with his brother, after that we want another (come one)
Just for Cap, we throw up B's that's how we bleedin' for my brother (on Cap)
And for Max, we throw up C's, ain't none but G's out the gutter (Max)
Ran through sacks I'm having G's, I got that cheese like some rubber (you know that)
Where I'm from ain't nothin' but hustlers, get this shit straight off the muscle (yeah)
On my street ain't nothin' but killers, I got shooters like the Rucker (ayy)
Why you think they yellin' "Drench him", those some shootin' motherfuckers (ayy)
Ask the city 'bout No Limit, we some shootin' motherfuckers (baow)
I'm just tryin' to get richer, they keep shootin' motherfuckers (fuck)
I was stuck in the trenches, now my ice hittin' and my life litter
Rap niggas get rich off suckin' dick, they act just like bitches
Reason you don't see me in no pics 'cause I don't like niggas (bitch)
Tweak with me, that flame from out this Glick go out like light switches (brr)
Nigga got hit in his shit and I got rich after that (got rich)
Opps bitches, they ain't never get no get back for that (fuck niggas)
Hundred, fifty killers with me, whips tinted back to back (back to back)
Went and blow like 50 grand, then I'm gettin' out the 'Raq (I'm out the Raq)
When they shot my lil' brother, we was spinnin' after that
Ran up ten hats in one summer, know we winnin' after that (after that)
Got us duckin' undercovers, niggas bitches, and they rats (they rats)
Hit a nigga with his brother, after that we want another (come one)
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Writer(s): Darrel Jackson, Herbert Wright
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