Understand
(Ddot, you cold as a motherfucker, on God)
(Aye, Tana, fire that shit up)
And I ain't really understand, 'til I got my bands up (yeah)
But I ain't really think about it 'til I fucked my bread up (yeah)
I promise they won't care about you unless it's death or handcuffs
You know I just can't fall for that, all my niggas stand up
No stoppin', we goin', my bankroll, it's gorgeous
Black and Japanese with a fatty, man, imported
Got a DM from my nigga, I remember what he taught me
We don't follow shit but money, fuck these niggas 'cause we bosses
Oh, you ain't used to real niggas like me, but I can't fault you
I took a step back, I ain't kickin' shit for free, this shit gon' cost you
I got my shades on in the club with 50 G's, I'm drinkin' coffee
I met my lean man at the clear port, bought some pints, then we departed
Bitch, you think that doin' dirt is hurtin' me?
All this fuckin' motion got me losin' sleep
Trauma got a nigga heart turned to two degrees (cold)
I smell like a fragrance out of Louis V (mm-hmm)
You can tell I'm up, I'm doin' bougie things (bougie things)
Hit the club, I left that bitch more rain than Spring
Sippin' 1942, it's chased with lean (lean, yeah)
Niggas chasin' clout when you can chase your dreams
And I ain't never said I had the most, said I was the toughest (said I was the toughest)
You know where I come from, bae, I can't leave without my cutter (leave without my cutter)
That pint my new addiction, I can't breathe without that brother (I can't breathe without that brother)
They all wanna be goons, I can't believe my lil' cousin
You know I'm gon' put on, the whole tour my little brothers (gang)
I'm practicin' my math, the whole tour I've been thuggin' (whoo)
I'm havin' shit right now, man, I'm tired of bein' humble (tired)
And e'rybody good, you not fuckin' with my youngins (fuckin' with my)
And I ain't really understand, 'til I got my bands up (yeah)
But I ain't really think about it 'til I fucked my bread up (yeah)
I promise they won't care about you, unless it's death or handcuffs
You know I just can't fall for that, all my niggas stand up
(Aye, Tana, fire that shit up)
(Ddot, you cold as a motherfucker, on God)
Live from the -
Live from the motherfuckin'
Yeah
Face
(Aye, Tana, fire that shit up)
And I ain't really understand, 'til I got my bands up (yeah)
But I ain't really think about it 'til I fucked my bread up (yeah)
I promise they won't care about you unless it's death or handcuffs
You know I just can't fall for that, all my niggas stand up
No stoppin', we goin', my bankroll, it's gorgeous
Black and Japanese with a fatty, man, imported
Got a DM from my nigga, I remember what he taught me
We don't follow shit but money, fuck these niggas 'cause we bosses
Oh, you ain't used to real niggas like me, but I can't fault you
I took a step back, I ain't kickin' shit for free, this shit gon' cost you
I got my shades on in the club with 50 G's, I'm drinkin' coffee
I met my lean man at the clear port, bought some pints, then we departed
Bitch, you think that doin' dirt is hurtin' me?
All this fuckin' motion got me losin' sleep
Trauma got a nigga heart turned to two degrees (cold)
I smell like a fragrance out of Louis V (mm-hmm)
You can tell I'm up, I'm doin' bougie things (bougie things)
Hit the club, I left that bitch more rain than Spring
Sippin' 1942, it's chased with lean (lean, yeah)
Niggas chasin' clout when you can chase your dreams
And I ain't never said I had the most, said I was the toughest (said I was the toughest)
You know where I come from, bae, I can't leave without my cutter (leave without my cutter)
That pint my new addiction, I can't breathe without that brother (I can't breathe without that brother)
They all wanna be goons, I can't believe my lil' cousin
You know I'm gon' put on, the whole tour my little brothers (gang)
I'm practicin' my math, the whole tour I've been thuggin' (whoo)
I'm havin' shit right now, man, I'm tired of bein' humble (tired)
And e'rybody good, you not fuckin' with my youngins (fuckin' with my)
And I ain't really understand, 'til I got my bands up (yeah)
But I ain't really think about it 'til I fucked my bread up (yeah)
I promise they won't care about you, unless it's death or handcuffs
You know I just can't fall for that, all my niggas stand up
(Aye, Tana, fire that shit up)
(Ddot, you cold as a motherfucker, on God)
Live from the -
Live from the motherfuckin'
Yeah
Face
Credits
Writer(s): Delanious Ward, Marcellus Register, Cameron Talley
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