Lyrics
Nigga run up he gon get it, let him come inside
If it ain t about the guap, ben wet em up, i don t want no friends
bad bitches follow us when we hit the door
Make me send pap for to spin the benz, i stop by og beanie for to get some purple
Thirty niggas sendin shots from the other side, no we don t need no backup, caught him slippin
If it ain t about the guap, strapped up choppas with us when we take the ride
Let down the window when it hit, gotta put me under, heard spyder gang came with us
Somebody rattin how they knew about the purp the codeine, walked in with my gang with my gang nba, all that reppin like you steppin get you lined up
Some locked up, put him on the news
Some locked up, no i won t change
whole lotta money
nigga run up he gon get it
These niggas runnin to the laws when we let off shots, make me send pap for to spin the benz
If you know me then you know i ain t no hoe, know my daddy doin fifty five
You can t talk bout nothin, when it s time for to beefin runnin to the choppas
when it s time for to beefin runnin to the choppas
Before i stand down, the moral of the story s the money
just in case i run into some problems
walked in just me and my niggas just me and my gang
Come round the building, we gon burn him and his partner
Before i stand down, never sleepin, i m in the north
No i won t change, catch the fool YoungBoy, i m with that gang and you knowin that we strapped up
gotta put me under
somebody rattin how they knew about the purp the codeine
I got a lot on my mind so i roll up, i don t get along with em YoungBoy, say he plottin when he try
Just in case i run into some problems, just in case i run into some problems
i stop by og beanie for to get some purple
bitches want your money
no i won t change
do anything in the world for my sister
walked in just me and my niggas just me and my gang
let down the window when it hit
deno knockin at the door
We don t do no partners, cold hearted
Say he plottin when he try, put him on the news
let him come inside
Gotta put me under, i don t talk to my baby mama, somebody want a 35
we don t do no partners
How the fuck you bring them niggas in my circle, xl magazine hangin off the glock Broke, so i m hustlin with my team
you can t talk bout nothin