Uh Uh Uh
Should I let you be a victim
Who held you down
When all the others switch up
Who stayed around
Go ahead and take a good look
Hold my clout
And I call that bitch a fix-up
Hey mister mister
You can get stitched up
I gotta box
And I bet that bitch will fit ya
You get cropped
Like we never took a picture
Pocket an opp so them
Knots are gettin' hit up
So don't get mixed
You supposed to be my right hand
When bitches slide
You supposed to be the hype man
How you box
But you never put no fight in
And you watch
But you never been a time man
You ain't the right brand
Step into the dead-zone
Glock played wit ya thoughts
Now ya head is gone
Put ice on ya top like a snow globe
Gotta suit for your box now you frozone
So watch his soul float
Ima night baby
My signs crazy
Don't show that bitch
All my flavors
She might taste me
Don't f*ck around wit my player
I'm type shady
I f*ck around and mind slave her
She might crave me
Should I let you be a victim
Who held you down
When all the others switch up
Who stayed around
Go ahead and take a good look
Hold my clout
And I call that bitch a fix-up
Hey mister mister
You can get stitched up
I gotta box
And I bet that bitch will fit ya
You get cropped
Like we never took a picture
Pocket an opp so them
Knots are gettin' hit up
So don't get mixed
What happened to the ride or dies
Are you really gonna stay around
Ride or die
You let me go I gotta lay you down
Doing right by a bitch
But doing wrong by mans oou
On what hood did switch
So we do em like a damsel
She gon give me good brain
Dee baby show me what that mouth do
Shout out to big Shane
I hope that you gon make it back soon
But I got good aim
Stay real but this clip change
I ball out for 6 rings
By next year will bring big change
My nigga Mike T
We the best when we back home
He make all my beats
We run it up when the checks gone
Dee baby make that shit shake
Stuff her make her ribs break
Do you like how all these clips taste
Full plate two trays it's too late
Should I let you be a victim
Who held you down
When all the others switch up
Who stayed around
Go ahead and take a good look
Hold my clout
And I call that bitch a fix-up
Hey mister mister
You can get stitched up
I gotta box
And I bet that bitch will fit ya
You get cropped
Like we never took a picture
Pocket an opp so them
Knots are gettin' hit up
So don't get mixed up
Should I let you be a victim
Should I let you be a victim
Should I let em be a victim
Apollogy - Victim Lyrics
Apollogy - Victim Lyrics
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Uh Uh Uh
Should I let you be a victim
Who held you down
When all the others switch up
Who stayed around
Go ahead and take a good look
Hold my clout
And I call that bitch a fix-up
Hey mister mister
You can get stitched up
I gotta box
And I bet that bitch will fit ya
You get cropped
Like we never took a picture
Pocket an opp so them
Knots are gettin' hit up
So don't get mixed
You supposed to be my right hand
When bitches slide
You supposed to be the hype man
How you box
But you never put no fight in
And you watch
But you never been a time man
You ain't the right brand
Step into the dead-zone
Glock played wit ya thoughts
Now ya head is gone
Put ice on ya top like a snow globe
Gotta suit for your box now you frozone
So watch his soul float
Ima night baby
My signs crazy
Don't show that bitch
All my flavors
She might taste me
Don't f*ck around wit my player
I'm type shady
I f*ck around and mind slave her
She might crave me
Should I let you be a victim
Who held you down
When all the others switch up
Who stayed around
Go ahead and take a good look
Hold my clout
And I call that bitch a fix-up
Hey mister mister
You can get stitched up
I gotta box
And I bet that bitch will fit ya
You get cropped
Like we never took a picture
Pocket an opp so them
Knots are gettin' hit up
So don't get mixed
What happened to the ride or dies
Are you really gonna stay around
Ride or die
You let me go I gotta lay you down
Doing right by a bitch
But doing wrong by mans oou
On what hood did switch
So we do em like a damsel
She gon give me good brain
Dee baby show me what that mouth do
Shout out to big Shane
I hope that you gon make it back soon
But I got good aim
Stay real but this clip change
I ball out for 6 rings
By next year will bring big change
My nigga Mike T
We the best when we back home
He make all my beats
We run it up when the checks gone
Dee baby make that shit shake
Stuff her make her ribs break
Do you like how all these clips taste
Full plate two trays it's too late
Should I let you be a victim
Who held you down
When all the others switch up
Who stayed around
Go ahead and take a good look
Hold my clout
And I call that bitch a fix-up
Hey mister mister
You can get stitched up
I gotta box
And I bet that bitch will fit ya
You get cropped
Like we never took a picture
Pocket an opp so them
Knots are gettin' hit up
So don't get mixed up
Should I let you be a victim
Should I let you be a victim
Should I let em be a victim
Should I let you be a victim
Who held you down
When all the others switch up
Who stayed around
Go ahead and take a good look
Hold my clout
And I call that bitch a fix-up
Hey mister mister
You can get stitched up
I gotta box
And I bet that bitch will fit ya
You get cropped
Like we never took a picture
Pocket an opp so them
Knots are gettin' hit up
So don't get mixed
You supposed to be my right hand
When bitches slide
You supposed to be the hype man
How you box
But you never put no fight in
And you watch
But you never been a time man
You ain't the right brand
Step into the dead-zone
Glock played wit ya thoughts
Now ya head is gone
Put ice on ya top like a snow globe
Gotta suit for your box now you frozone
So watch his soul float
Ima night baby
My signs crazy
Don't show that bitch
All my flavors
She might taste me
Don't f*ck around wit my player
I'm type shady
I f*ck around and mind slave her
She might crave me
Should I let you be a victim
Who held you down
When all the others switch up
Who stayed around
Go ahead and take a good look
Hold my clout
And I call that bitch a fix-up
Hey mister mister
You can get stitched up
I gotta box
And I bet that bitch will fit ya
You get cropped
Like we never took a picture
Pocket an opp so them
Knots are gettin' hit up
So don't get mixed
What happened to the ride or dies
Are you really gonna stay around
Ride or die
You let me go I gotta lay you down
Doing right by a bitch
But doing wrong by mans oou
On what hood did switch
So we do em like a damsel
She gon give me good brain
Dee baby show me what that mouth do
Shout out to big Shane
I hope that you gon make it back soon
But I got good aim
Stay real but this clip change
I ball out for 6 rings
By next year will bring big change
My nigga Mike T
We the best when we back home
He make all my beats
We run it up when the checks gone
Dee baby make that shit shake
Stuff her make her ribs break
Do you like how all these clips taste
Full plate two trays it's too late
Should I let you be a victim
Who held you down
When all the others switch up
Who stayed around
Go ahead and take a good look
Hold my clout
And I call that bitch a fix-up
Hey mister mister
You can get stitched up
I gotta box
And I bet that bitch will fit ya
You get cropped
Like we never took a picture
Pocket an opp so them
Knots are gettin' hit up
So don't get mixed up
Should I let you be a victim
Should I let you be a victim
Should I let em be a victim
Writer: Giovanni Josephs
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid