808 Mafia
Ayy
I was in a slump (Was in a slump)
Ever since I lost my brother, I been gettin’ drunk
Slowly crawling out the hump, sh#t got me f#cked up, mentally
Any n#gg# play with me, I dump, physically
Everywhere I be, we keep a couple Glocks tucked
I ain’t hard to see, I’m in that Double R truck
I can’t lie, I got a lot of money, ton of money
Stackin’ money, I don’t walk to money, run to money
Money callin’, b#tch, I go to money, come to money
Money fallin’, I got winter money, summer money
Uh-oh, woke up, spent a hundo’
Still don’t give a f#ck, though
Clips with huncho’s, Glocks with switches, hit a bunch of ’em
How them killers touch on ’em, like they got a crush on ’em
We give n#gg#s headshots, never put a crutch on ’em
Like to get our clutch on it, we couldn’t wait to bust on ’em
Two gears, he had lug, though, he f#cked but he cutthroat
Me and Foenem cut throats
We ain’t waitin’ on no get backs, so it’s Bronem must go
Run up, really with that, we make n#gg#s drop poles
Man, shout out to the hoes, we make b#tches drop loads
And they textin’ lock codes, he a ho, his Glock cold
Finger twitchin’ when I tote, fire itchin’ in my coat
I’ma say it, and I quote: “I can’t wait for gun smoke”
In them trenches, I’m a G.O.A.T.
Like my mama, f#ck goats
I can’t sleep, why I stay woke
Solid, I’m forever woke
Dreamin’
Got knowledge, I’m forever woke
Setbacks but I got better, though, the realest sh#t, I never wrote
But I’m crazy, but I’m clever, though
They came to me, I never spoke
Gang sh#t, I’m claimin’ it
Get angry, I’m dangerous
Don’t run, I got range
This sh#t change me when I’m aimin’ it
One-twenty in two lanes
Swervo can’t be in no wrangler
Two-hundred on two chains, when they hangin’, they tanglin’
I hustle all day, I come from hallways, slangin’ it
You hop out broad day, f#ck with you the long way, rectangular
This sh#t ain’t hard, man, my opps be sittin’ ducks, danglin’
We tint trucks daily
At least ten of us, we keep our fingers twisted up, bangin’
You ain’t on sh#t, what (What?)
p#ssies be cliqued up
Don’t give no f#ck, your clique sus (Clique sus)
Put ’em against us
Gon’ leave n#gg#s stiff on the ‘fense up
Forgive me again for my sins
It’s many men, fall victim of this [?] ’cause they friends
‘Cause I need a cleanse (Ayy)
I need a rinse (Yeah)
Blew his f#ckin’ brains out, ain’t make no sense, yeah
Throwin’ Bs up, we swarm sh#t, on cap
I love revenge, that’s a warm dish, no bap
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