B-Squared Beats
Always count * to myself
Cause my thoughts get very personal
Got played a thousand times, might go out up
Cause I've been hurt before
I've been through the worst, you know the toughest ones
First to go, won't never get the ups
Cause guess what, bitch, I'm always first to blow
My brother tryna up the scope, won't see my brother cry no more
This be all you want, I don't wanna talk
That's what this trouble for
Trust no bitch, they out to troll
Tryna set me up, we clap the whole
Pull up with the Drake, the opps go round like what he clappin' for
Bro hop out with Calico's
Price on his head, we tag the tote
Keep it confidential, instrumental, what you braggin' for
How you beef with me and you lackin', though
We get back game, we clap for broke
And we ain't squashin' up
You gon' die, that's what that casket for
I been thuggin' my daddy, know what you think I got this ratchet for
Cause I can't slip up from the hip, no cocky back, just blast for broke
I don't love no bitch, what you askin' for
Say I broke her heart, I'm glad to know
Want nothing, no bitch, she want my dick
That's what this night I'm for
Sleep is nice, I was dead, that's broke
I lost my bro and it turned me up
Gon' check that score, y'all down by 4K
Beef with true, you broke as *
We smoke that dick, they know it's up
Glock 45, gon' leave him stuck
It ain't no gettin' away, we run you down
Lil' bro, you out of luck
Won't switch up my game, we crackin' brains
I go insane for them
Forever bout your lane
Cause we gon' bang, I leave a stain for them
He die because he hang with them
About Jay, we made it rain for him
He sweet-flashin' that pole
And that stangin' Nola
Bro, them stainin' him
I'm right up
I'm right up
I'm straight up in the car, y'all
I'm right up
I'm straight up in the car, y'all
I'm right up in the car, y'all
La la la, brother
Oh, it is real
Oh, it is real
Oh, it is real