Lyrics

You know I love my –s man, to death, free Nine I can't change for no –, no money, no nothing, you hear me? My loyalty's to my brothers, to these streets, you dig? Gang, whoa What you know 'bout trigger hands with dummy? (Let's get a L) What you know 'bout warrin' over money, yeah baby? 365, tryna make it through the summer (through the summer) What you know 'bout lawyers bein' for the public? (It's grrrrrah) I just told my –s I can't go broke no more (let's get a L) I just told my jeweler I need an Audemar (audemar) I hit the lotto, copped a foreign car Like I can't believe it (let's get a L) Fake hoes, say no, ay Fly shit, better clothes, ay Chopppers and Dracos, ay I remember late shows, ay Crack 'til the bank close, ay – One of Drake's hoes, ay Stashin' in the straight A, ay Where I'm from you ain't safe, ay War time pop out, slide Get killed, you go outside Not unless the mops outside Never rat, keep my mouth quiet Shoes cost your feature price, ay Free the guys 'til they outside Four hundred bands, that's why y'all mad Signed Hyp, that's why y'all mad Let it off in the roof and the hood like set it off Front me a brick, I'ma get it off Since I was five I been a boss Swag OC, I'm a queen of sco' Hear Rondo got out but I ain't seen the boy Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah What you know 'bout trigger hands with dummy? (Let's get a L) What you know 'bout warrin' over money, yeah baby? 365, tryna make it through the summer (through the summer) What you know 'bout lawyers bein' for the public? (It's grrrrrah) I just told my –s I can't go broke no more (let's get a L) I just told my jeweler I need an Audemar (audemar) I hit the lotto, copped a foreign car Like I can't believe it (let's get a L) Nobody to stay Always shots, nowhere to play My life so crazy now Spent eight on the section, said – Section 8 I bought my mom a new crib No more rent being late I told my granny she get the world and that's my word ok? Bar money, brick money Car money, stick money Give a – nine dollars, a ho can't get sh– from me I used to sell soap Gino ran out of coke I hit 16, I had to tote Because those killers ain't a joke And I was tired of being broke And I was tired of being poor Kick door, kick door I take it all and get gone 72 hours in a room I never rat, so get on You had to rat to get on Yeah, yeah What you know 'bout trigger hands with dummy? (Let's get a L) What you know 'bout warrin' over money, yeah baby? 365, tryna make it through the summer (through the summer) What you know 'bout lawyers bein' for the public? (It's grrrrrah) I just told my –s I can't go broke no more (let's get a L) I just told my jeweler I need an Audemar (audemar) I hit the lotto, copped a foreign car Like I can't believe it (let's get a L)
Writer(s): Durk Banks, Darrel L Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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