A Shame
In Heaven
Everything is right
You got your good things
And I've got mine
(You never heard of Styles Savage?)
(I'm from out the GUTTA, middle finger Zone 6)
(Bitch)
In Heaven
Every (Yeah)
Thing is right-right
(Let's Go)
In Heaven
(Yessirski)
Everything is right-right
In-in (Uh-Huh)
Heaven
(Bussdown AP, both wrists
See what I'm saying?)
(Whoa)
(Walk in the club, I don't know this bitch, get in my way)
(Whoa)
(But if she throw that shit back, she can stay in my way)
(Let's go)
(Take her to the crib, buss that down, she make my day)
I'm a gorilla in the fuckin' coupe, nigga
Bang bang
Pull up all black suburban, nigga
Gang gang
Nigga who the fuck is you? I don't know that damn name
Put the Gen5 to his tummy, lemme get that damn chain
Tell my bitch she bad, throw it up and make it rain (Ballout)
Why you tryna be like me nah you can't do that
Boy you lame
Why you wanna be like me when you can do yo own thing?
Niggas tryna be my sons and I ain't with that, that's a shame
They the old school, we the new school and we ballin'
(Ballout)
They the old school all my rookies'll have 'em fallin'
I'm the MVP, hit the buzzer beater, shot I called it
Shot my shot at her, she got down on both knees and then she caught it
I'ma keep it P
She gon' pop that P, and I ain't bought it
Said "You break you buy" But I ain't broke
Said "Nigga you the hardest"
Clutching on my glizzy and I'm used to knocking down targets
And I'm really spinning blocks forreal, I'm not a regular artist
Call me what you want but number one, I'm Mr. Run it up
Niggas from back then mad, hatin' 'cause they can't fuck with us
Hoes from back then hatin' too 'cause they can't fuck on us
Shoulda stayed down back then, now a nigga ain't got no trust
One thing bout me I'm switching lanes, I'm doin' my own thing
Still the same nigga getting paper, nigga same game
Still a visit a nigga hood and let that damn thang sang
Still that young nigga with that what y'all call it?
"Bling bling" (Bling)
I'm a gorilla in the fuckin' coupe, nigga
Bang bang
Pull up all black suburban, nigga
Gang gang
Nigga who the fuck is you? I don't know that damn name
Put the Gen5 to his tummy, lemme get that damn chain
Tell my bitch she bad, throw it up and make it rain (Ballout)
Why you tryna be like me nah you can't do that
Boy you lame (Lame)
Why you wanna be like me when you can do yo own thing? (Na-na)
Niggas tryna be my sons and I ain't with that, that's a shame
Bust down AP, both wrists
See what I'm saying? (Saying)
Walk in the club, I don't know this bitch, get in my way
But if she throw that shit back, she can stay in my way
Take her to the crib, buss that down, she make my day
(Come make my day)
Young n turnt, show them niggas I've been having my way
All these bitches burnt
And all these niggas wanna dickride that shit crazy
That shit bad for health, I don't need no ho I got myself
Yea I got these bands, but I'm tryna turn that rich shit into some wealth
I'm a gorilla in the fuckin' coupe, nigga
Bang bang
Pull up all black suburban, nigga
Gang gang
(Gang gang)
Nigga who the fuck is you? I don't know that damn name
Put the Gen5 to his tummy, lemme get that damn chain
Tell my bitch she bad, throw it up and make it rain (Ballout)
Why you wanna be like me nah you can't do that
Boy you lame (Lame)
Why you wanna be like me when you can do yo own thing? (Na-na)
Niggas tryna be my sons and I ain't with that, that's a shame
Bust down AP, both wrists
See what I'm saying? (Saying)
Everything is right
In Heaven
Everything is right
Everything is right
You got your good things
And I've got mine
(You never heard of Styles Savage?)
(I'm from out the GUTTA, middle finger Zone 6)
(Bitch)
In Heaven
Every (Yeah)
Thing is right-right
(Let's Go)
In Heaven
(Yessirski)
Everything is right-right
In-in (Uh-Huh)
Heaven
(Bussdown AP, both wrists
See what I'm saying?)
(Whoa)
(Walk in the club, I don't know this bitch, get in my way)
(Whoa)
(But if she throw that shit back, she can stay in my way)
(Let's go)
(Take her to the crib, buss that down, she make my day)
I'm a gorilla in the fuckin' coupe, nigga
Bang bang
Pull up all black suburban, nigga
Gang gang
Nigga who the fuck is you? I don't know that damn name
Put the Gen5 to his tummy, lemme get that damn chain
Tell my bitch she bad, throw it up and make it rain (Ballout)
Why you tryna be like me nah you can't do that
Boy you lame
Why you wanna be like me when you can do yo own thing?
Niggas tryna be my sons and I ain't with that, that's a shame
They the old school, we the new school and we ballin'
(Ballout)
They the old school all my rookies'll have 'em fallin'
I'm the MVP, hit the buzzer beater, shot I called it
Shot my shot at her, she got down on both knees and then she caught it
I'ma keep it P
She gon' pop that P, and I ain't bought it
Said "You break you buy" But I ain't broke
Said "Nigga you the hardest"
Clutching on my glizzy and I'm used to knocking down targets
And I'm really spinning blocks forreal, I'm not a regular artist
Call me what you want but number one, I'm Mr. Run it up
Niggas from back then mad, hatin' 'cause they can't fuck with us
Hoes from back then hatin' too 'cause they can't fuck on us
Shoulda stayed down back then, now a nigga ain't got no trust
One thing bout me I'm switching lanes, I'm doin' my own thing
Still the same nigga getting paper, nigga same game
Still a visit a nigga hood and let that damn thang sang
Still that young nigga with that what y'all call it?
"Bling bling" (Bling)
I'm a gorilla in the fuckin' coupe, nigga
Bang bang
Pull up all black suburban, nigga
Gang gang
Nigga who the fuck is you? I don't know that damn name
Put the Gen5 to his tummy, lemme get that damn chain
Tell my bitch she bad, throw it up and make it rain (Ballout)
Why you tryna be like me nah you can't do that
Boy you lame (Lame)
Why you wanna be like me when you can do yo own thing? (Na-na)
Niggas tryna be my sons and I ain't with that, that's a shame
Bust down AP, both wrists
See what I'm saying? (Saying)
Walk in the club, I don't know this bitch, get in my way
But if she throw that shit back, she can stay in my way
Take her to the crib, buss that down, she make my day
(Come make my day)
Young n turnt, show them niggas I've been having my way
All these bitches burnt
And all these niggas wanna dickride that shit crazy
That shit bad for health, I don't need no ho I got myself
Yea I got these bands, but I'm tryna turn that rich shit into some wealth
I'm a gorilla in the fuckin' coupe, nigga
Bang bang
Pull up all black suburban, nigga
Gang gang
(Gang gang)
Nigga who the fuck is you? I don't know that damn name
Put the Gen5 to his tummy, lemme get that damn chain
Tell my bitch she bad, throw it up and make it rain (Ballout)
Why you wanna be like me nah you can't do that
Boy you lame (Lame)
Why you wanna be like me when you can do yo own thing? (Na-na)
Niggas tryna be my sons and I ain't with that, that's a shame
Bust down AP, both wrists
See what I'm saying? (Saying)
Everything is right
In Heaven
Everything is right
Credits
Writer(s): Duquone Staggers, Jalen Bethea, Stephen Nixon
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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