Songwriter: Lil Skies
Producer: Based1
Lyrics from Snippet
Alright, he say he wanna fight
Lil nigga take your chance, before we take your life
Yeah, knock them demons off my shoulder
Life been gettin' harder and all these days be gettin' colder
I keep gang around me, I could only trust my soldiers
We get in this bitch, we go to work like magnolia (hol up, hol up)
Yeah, I'm countin' this cash, I'm spendin' a bag, I do what I do
I'm fuckin' his bitch, I'm fuckin' her friend, I'm fuckin' her crew
I don't care what he say, that nigga a opp, I know he gon lose
Pull up on they block, we let off the chops, them niggas they snooze
Yeah, I pour me a double cup
My niggas they rollin' up
You know we be high as fuck
My brother was fightin' the charge
But nigga, he beat the case
And my niggas goin' ape
Fuck around, put you in a grave
Woah, yeah, nigga be rockin' like slaves
We ain't goin' out bad, fuck around go get you a bag
Broke boy be lookin' so sad
Why the nigga always puttin' in last?
All the bitches always sayin' pass
Don't even wanna see your face (woah, bing)
Now you gotta go escape
Drop top, I'ma swerve in the wraith
And my shooter got tats on his face
Don't go, we could shoot anyday
Good weed, good lean on the way
If she wanna get a lick, get a taste
I'ma put my balls in her face (yeah, okay)
Young nigga fly like a pilot
I heard that pussy got milage
That nigga so fuckin' last year
We ain't worried bout that broke boy
He prolly work as a cashier
I been gettin' this money
I'm fuckin' that bitch, she kiss me
Money, counter, spend
She gon' tell her friends
I'm countin' dividends
Cash, okay, these niggas never spend
We spin that block again
Alright, he say he wanna fight
Lil nigga take your chance, before we take your life
Yeah, knock them demons off my shoulder
Life been gettin' harder and all these days be gettin' colder
I keep gang around me, I could only trust my soldiers
We get in this bitch, we go to work like magnolia (hol up, hol up)
Yeah, I'm countin' this cash, I'm spendin' a bag, I do what I do
I'm fuckin' his bitch, I'm fuckin' her friend, I'm fuckin' her crew
I don't care what he say, that nigga a opp, I know he gon lose
Pull up on they block, we let off the chops, them niggas they snooze
Yeah, I pour me a double cup
My niggas they rollin' up
You know we be high as fuck
My brother was fightin' the charge
But nigga, he beat the case
And my niggas goin' ape
Fuck around, put you in a grave
Woah, yeah, nigga be rockin' like slaves
We ain't goin' out bad, fuck around go get you a bag
Broke boy be lookin' so sad
Why the nigga always puttin' in last?
All the bitches always sayin' pass
Don't even wanna see your face (woah, bing)
Now you gotta go escape
Drop top, I'ma swerve in the wraith
And my shooter got tats on his face
Don't go, we could shoot anyday
Good weed, good lean on the way
If she wanna get a lick, get a taste
I'ma put my balls in her face (yeah, okay)
Young nigga fly like a pilot
I heard that pussy got milage
That nigga so fuckin' last year
We ain't worried bout that broke boy
He prolly work as a cashier
I been gettin' this money
I'm fuckin' that bitch, she kiss me
Money, counter, spend
She gon' tell her friends
I'm countin' dividends
Cash, okay, these niggas never spend
We spin that block again
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