Lyrics

Ok Ok Milly T BNB Nigga Listen Pray I make it outta hell again Lost Too many friends To either funerals or sentences (Miss the guys) If you my mans Then why you tucking sauce On Telegram I knew that you would tell Cause you was quick To run and tell the gram I'm not a fan of that pussy shit(at all) I'm quick to tell a nigga suck a dick You feel a way then get ya grip (go get ya gun nigga) These niggas funny like they doing skits And I was loyal from the start They started acting when them pieces hit You know the tables Shit they always gon turn I used to play the bench in wings I had to Sit and observe(talk) When you a man You gotta know how to earn It's just the way of life I never met a nigga wit money Who gotta ask his wife (never) Morals is wrong They need some guidance How you mad at us Because you got the hood indicted (how) My nigga took a trip He caught a L he trynna fight it He Co'd was a rat like I'm sorry bro I got kids (tsss) You ain't affiliated You gotta keep ya space from me(facts) I got some niggas hating And live 300 Ft from me (facts) They know know I came from nothing Now I'm cooking got the recipe They still outside and broke But I got money when they mention me (Suck my dick) We ain't the same They burn a bridge and claim I left them in vain I try to play the block wit niggas Now shit ain't the same (niggas lame) And I'm ashamed what became of us He used to sub me on the book And now he mad that I don't even think to hit him up I got some niggas we forever stuck Already picked my passengers To ride inside my Bentley truck Some killers owe me favors So I dare a nigga try his luck Cause now I'm getting money Got some lawyers for the cover up I talk to God He tell me face it Most these niggas is basic Now everybody is the plug Nobody know where they place is
Writer(s): Treyvon Godfrey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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