Make A Way
29 gang
I'ma pull up on that boy now I ain't jokin' (Man what?)
His lil' bitch a 304 and he know but he a pussy (Haha)
Lil' boy this ain't yo zone, who you lookin' for?
You lookin' mad stupid (Stupid)
You can't hang 'round with us
Bitch you know we mad ruthless (29 gang)
Shit, you can't pass the test
You would just get hit, like the rest (Okay)
Lil' boy I ain't jokin', with that lil' ass shit, I ain't copin'
Lil' boy I don't care, 556 gon' leave you dead (Grah grah)
Pull up on yo ass, you must know that my favorite color red
Fly away, oh fly away, you can't fly away
In the jungle you don't got no wings you gotta stay awake
Stay away? You can't stay away, you gotta make a way
You gotta keep a gun, or you dead, that's how it works, okay?
Lil' boy this my life, I can never lack
I stay in the streets, makin' stacks, you makin' way less
Yo' bitch was just in my dm's I had to tell her "back off"
She wanna suck me up I had to say no, that's a pass, nah
(What you mean?)
I don't make friends, yeah I make bands
I don't take shits, yeah I take chances (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, lil' shorty bad as hell
She wanna take my Louis belt (What? what?)
Throw my wishes in the wishing well
Throw some shots, yeah I wish him well (Man)
Tight him right on the rail, huh
We pull up they bail, huh (Grah grah)
I be trynna find his ass for some days now (Where he is)
It's late now, creepin' with a blade now, okay, now (Grah, grah)
I see a shadow, and I recognise it, it must be him, now (Right now)
Shit, I just dropped my gun, he see me now he run (Damn)
I pick it up, I turn to the side, now he in my front
I shoot him up, hit him in the lung (Boom bloom)
Now that lil' boy done
Still he trynna run, but he can't (Grah, boom)
He just fallin' on the floor, now (Body drop)
Oh now, what do I do? I hop in my car now (Skrt)
I wanna turn right, but I can't
'Cause it's red and blue lights, right there (Man)
Now I can't come to my block, I gotta run, I'm kinda scared
Can't be caught by the feds now I gotta hide somewhere
Now I gotta hide (Somewhere oh-oh-oh)
Fly away, oh fly away, you can't fly away
In the jungle you don't got no wings you gotta stay awake
Stay away? You can't stay, away you gotta make a way
You gotta keep a gun, or you dead, that's how it works, okay?
I'ma pull up on that boy now I ain't jokin' (Man what?)
His lil' bitch a 304 and he know but he a pussy (Haha)
Lil' boy this ain't yo zone, who you lookin' for?
You lookin' mad stupid (Stupid)
You can't hang 'round with us
Bitch you know we mad ruthless (29 gang)
Shit, you can't pass the test
You would just get hit, like the rest (Okay)
Lil' boy I ain't jokin', with that lil' ass shit, I ain't copin'
Lil' boy I don't care, 556 gon' leave you dead (Grah grah)
Pull up on yo ass, you must know that my favorite color red
Fly away, oh fly away, you can't fly away
In the jungle you don't got no wings you gotta stay awake
Stay away? You can't stay away, you gotta make a way
You gotta keep a gun, or you dead, that's how it works, okay?
Lil' boy this my life, I can never lack
I stay in the streets, makin' stacks, you makin' way less
Yo' bitch was just in my dm's I had to tell her "back off"
She wanna suck me up I had to say no, that's a pass, nah
(What you mean?)
I don't make friends, yeah I make bands
I don't take shits, yeah I take chances (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, lil' shorty bad as hell
She wanna take my Louis belt (What? what?)
Throw my wishes in the wishing well
Throw some shots, yeah I wish him well (Man)
Tight him right on the rail, huh
We pull up they bail, huh (Grah grah)
I be trynna find his ass for some days now (Where he is)
It's late now, creepin' with a blade now, okay, now (Grah, grah)
I see a shadow, and I recognise it, it must be him, now (Right now)
Shit, I just dropped my gun, he see me now he run (Damn)
I pick it up, I turn to the side, now he in my front
I shoot him up, hit him in the lung (Boom bloom)
Now that lil' boy done
Still he trynna run, but he can't (Grah, boom)
He just fallin' on the floor, now (Body drop)
Oh now, what do I do? I hop in my car now (Skrt)
I wanna turn right, but I can't
'Cause it's red and blue lights, right there (Man)
Now I can't come to my block, I gotta run, I'm kinda scared
Can't be caught by the feds now I gotta hide somewhere
Now I gotta hide (Somewhere oh-oh-oh)
Fly away, oh fly away, you can't fly away
In the jungle you don't got no wings you gotta stay awake
Stay away? You can't stay, away you gotta make a way
You gotta keep a gun, or you dead, that's how it works, okay?
Credits
Writer(s): Dinis Angeja
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.