N3ver Fold
(Banger)
(Mash up on this beat ok)
(Dj on the beat so it's a banger)
My nigga he never folded
Got a 19 and it's loaded (boom)
Remember I was in the trap house
Cooking up trying to make the potion
And I'm still finna trap nigga
Cuz a young nigga hungry
Ian never have shit
Now it's time to shine
Tryna get the bread
I catch a opp
And I fill 'em with led
My granny she know
And she shaking her head
I get to the crib
And I'm high as a bitch
How many bunts you face
I don't know six
My momma couldn't even
Pay the rent
What I need to do is
Ima hit a lick
When my sister saw it
She ain't say shit
When she looked at me
Yeah she had a grin
Trying to skip school
So I can sell za
By the third month
Yeah I made it hot
Trying to hide the racks
In the Gucci bag
If my momma seen it
She was gon be mad
They like mash
How you keep getting money
Like that
Got a beam on a Glock
Yeah I did it like that
And Ian even dumb
Ian tell them all that
I just told them
That I got it from my momma
That's a fact
Bought my first glock at 15
Yeah that bitch dirty
It was never clean
Ian even know how to use it
Till I went to the woods
And blew it
Yeah I love the feel of the recoil
Yeah the Glock bougie
But it ain't loyal
Yeah I taught myself
How to shoot shit
Now if a Nigga play
Ima loose it
Uh uh
I was just trying to get the bands ok
Got the Glock and the racks
In the bag no safe
Want a beam on the Glock
Just to add a little taste
Wasn't worried bout a bitch
I was worried bout the cake
Trying to act so innocent
In front of my family
And if they found out
They was gonna abandon me
I don't wanna try to
Lose my day ones
Cuz if that happen
It won't be no sun
My nigga he never folded
Got a 19 and it's loaded (boom)
Remember I was in the trap house
Cooking up trying to make the potion
And I'm still finna trap nigga
Cuz a young nigga hungry
Ian never have shit
Now it's time to shine
Trying to get the bread
I catch a opp
And I fill 'em with led
My granny she know
And she shaking her head
I get to the crib
And I'm high as a bitch
How many bunts you face
I don't know six
My momma couldn't even
Pay the rent
What I need to do is
Ima hit a lick
When my sister saw it
She ain't say shit
When she looked at me
Yeah she had a grin
My nigga he never folded
Got a 19 and it's loaded (boom)
Remember I was in the trap house
Cooking up trying to make the potion
And I'm still finna trap nigga
Cuz a young nigga hungry
Ian never have shit
Now it's time to shine
Tryna get the bread
I catch a opp
And I fill 'em with led
My granny she know
And she shaking her head
I get to the crib
And I'm high as a bitch
How many bunts you face
I don't know six
My momma couldn't even
Pay the rent
What I need to do is
Ima hit a lick
When my sister saw it
She ain't say shit
When she looked at me
Yeah she had a grin
(That's my dawg)
(Mash up on this beat ok)
(Dj on the beat so it's a banger)
My nigga he never folded
Got a 19 and it's loaded (boom)
Remember I was in the trap house
Cooking up trying to make the potion
And I'm still finna trap nigga
Cuz a young nigga hungry
Ian never have shit
Now it's time to shine
Tryna get the bread
I catch a opp
And I fill 'em with led
My granny she know
And she shaking her head
I get to the crib
And I'm high as a bitch
How many bunts you face
I don't know six
My momma couldn't even
Pay the rent
What I need to do is
Ima hit a lick
When my sister saw it
She ain't say shit
When she looked at me
Yeah she had a grin
Trying to skip school
So I can sell za
By the third month
Yeah I made it hot
Trying to hide the racks
In the Gucci bag
If my momma seen it
She was gon be mad
They like mash
How you keep getting money
Like that
Got a beam on a Glock
Yeah I did it like that
And Ian even dumb
Ian tell them all that
I just told them
That I got it from my momma
That's a fact
Bought my first glock at 15
Yeah that bitch dirty
It was never clean
Ian even know how to use it
Till I went to the woods
And blew it
Yeah I love the feel of the recoil
Yeah the Glock bougie
But it ain't loyal
Yeah I taught myself
How to shoot shit
Now if a Nigga play
Ima loose it
Uh uh
I was just trying to get the bands ok
Got the Glock and the racks
In the bag no safe
Want a beam on the Glock
Just to add a little taste
Wasn't worried bout a bitch
I was worried bout the cake
Trying to act so innocent
In front of my family
And if they found out
They was gonna abandon me
I don't wanna try to
Lose my day ones
Cuz if that happen
It won't be no sun
My nigga he never folded
Got a 19 and it's loaded (boom)
Remember I was in the trap house
Cooking up trying to make the potion
And I'm still finna trap nigga
Cuz a young nigga hungry
Ian never have shit
Now it's time to shine
Trying to get the bread
I catch a opp
And I fill 'em with led
My granny she know
And she shaking her head
I get to the crib
And I'm high as a bitch
How many bunts you face
I don't know six
My momma couldn't even
Pay the rent
What I need to do is
Ima hit a lick
When my sister saw it
She ain't say shit
When she looked at me
Yeah she had a grin
My nigga he never folded
Got a 19 and it's loaded (boom)
Remember I was in the trap house
Cooking up trying to make the potion
And I'm still finna trap nigga
Cuz a young nigga hungry
Ian never have shit
Now it's time to shine
Tryna get the bread
I catch a opp
And I fill 'em with led
My granny she know
And she shaking her head
I get to the crib
And I'm high as a bitch
How many bunts you face
I don't know six
My momma couldn't even
Pay the rent
What I need to do is
Ima hit a lick
When my sister saw it
She ain't say shit
When she looked at me
Yeah she had a grin
(That's my dawg)
Credits
Writer(s): Mashari Barnes
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