Lyrics:
to go hard, no I can't ever catch a break
Yeah, I'll be seeing stars by the end of the day
Aye
I'm posted with my brothers
We gon' be some Stunnas
OK now ladies (Yeah)
If you know you bad (Yeah)
Don't need no man, got yo own bands, put up yo hands
If you a top notch bitch let me hear you holler
homie be scoring with ease
Ain’t talkin hoopin I’m scoring PTs
Pour up a Jordan 6 line of the rings
Add that shit up that 2 lines by a 3
But I bet
that's why they call it hatin season
Bitch I'm addicted to bands
Before I do work I need cash in advance
She wanna take risk with the clan
My brother
catch a body, he get hit with the Drake
I'm finna bust down this P and get lil' brother to shake
I'm blowin' on these cookie strings, and every day that
plans
Mention my name, don't shit yo pants
Got some gloves, they're for your hands
All strapped up, let's do this dance
Lost my hoe, saw her by chance
gon at me, they can't even flow though
Me and yo bih' gonna kick it like judo
These niggas is fake, they get shot by young metro
Finna catch up like
the prison of the night
Till bursting forth from rocky chains
The valley floods with light
Living one long sunrise
For to me all things are new
I've
in the kitchen for
All the bait and switch
Got me thinking what you fishin for
Listen close, you'll end up missing
I'm not with the tension bro
I'm
Ain't corn in the ends so we go up
If it ain't gang I'll burn them bridges (facts, facts)
For Rack5, I'll risk it
Me plus Hunch, that's violent
no
Lame ass niggas no more
Bein bullshit by bullshit niggas (for real)
Am I my brother's keeper?
Theres no need to ask, I'm the creeper
Million dollar
? (Hold on, hold on)
Ayo, yo, yo kid (what's up?)
What up? (What's up, baby?)
Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there
Over there, right over there by
? (Hold on, hold on)
Ayo, yo, yo kid (what's up?)
What up? (What's up, baby?)
Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there
Over there, right over there by
She opened up the door half naked, lookin' exquisite
Ackin' mad 'cause I ain't spoke to her since the last time a nigga hit it
She said, "Don't worry
stubborn
But, baby, I'm the catch, I catch up with you when I can
Need a camera crew, everything we do it should be on film
We came through a hundred
Yeah I been beating myself up
View Is blurry windows tinted
Nobody round me to fan up
Lil man hind them eyes just wanna end it again
Yeah this is Satan's
tight homie called David Kim
We loved making music, me and him
He was like a brother to me, even helped him make beats
He started a band: Drums, bass,
one who's on the fool vibe (okay)
Gonna make it short, gonna make it quick (why?)
For this situation makes me sick (oh)
See your brother man, with
Leh ride
These niggas they jokes i cannot go broke
I run up them bands yeah
Come get your bitch she all on my dick
She know I'm the man yeah
All
with my eyes drippin down the glass
Shaggy I think they're tryin to start a riot
And then it's Ice T but he don't seem fazed by it
I know the devil's
So come check the magic show by Deshawn,
And witness the way I put you to death with a magic wand.
Turnin' your home to a casket,
Turn your wife
Whoa, whoa (ah)
Whoa, whoa (you could say that shit again but do you live by it? Yeah)
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa (ah, Based1 got them bands, ho)
Momentum up and running, I'll never leave my brother
Bitches by the dozen, Rollies in abundance
Yo line dry as hell, eggs killing niggas numbers
anymore
They committing suicides just to scream up to the heavens
Holy father cant you hear them anymore
Sing a baby lullabies I'mma catch em by surprise
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