I'm standing tall till my tree fall
Like how you think that , I'll ever f*cking leave yall
I might just kill them all just to come and see y'all
Like while they playin' with y'all, I turn on boys' meatballs
Fast forward three years, we scorin
Head left on block, get borin
Pull up and ridin' in a foreign
To woke these niggas snorin
Gon' get it my stomach roaring
This side I'm on alarming
Finally family forming
Gon' get it, this a warnin
On stage while I'm performin
Yaa dead end them bullets coming til we hit em in his head band
Them bullet song a melody like they in rock bands
Better stay on your end cs this right here is dead end
And niggas foolish just like you we just can't let in
Hol on check in
He wanna get check down
That boy too reckless
Go tell that boy calm down
That must be gun sound
Lil boy you can't run now
He was checking his jeans as soon he leave lil bra got gun down
Bet it's not fun now
Watch who you hang round
Bet not be dumb now
Lil bra got bomb down
Ya n she want me get ha ring
On ha lip just like Listerine
Call me daddy I think imma king
Feel I'm stuck I just wanna be free
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Guess I'm a criminal
From all this pain I eat these herbs like they medicinal
Guess I'm the same seen they true colors like it digital
Don't be ashamed all love gone fade cs it's original
I seen em hall ass cs they shot pass I've seen enough
I done seen pain pill with dope boys and some gang menbers
Don't wanna be like them I wanna have my chain different
Bro you can kick rocks you know damn well you can't hang wit us
We filled em up wit different slugs i feel like my pain different
Yea this dat ,Mhmmm
So when I pull up n that jeep it's gone go ,Mhmmmm
And ya we spinning hella blocks we gone go ,Mhmmm
So when we pull up on my block we gone ,Mhmmm
Better wash away your feeling
Get away I'm chillin
Keep your glitzy on, just in case they think bout killin
I know she got a pretty face, down to her f*ckin' waist
Pull up on that ho, she make me cum, then I'm flyin' away
Yaa dead end them bullets coming til we hit em in his head band
Them bullet song a melody like they in rock bands
Better stay on your end cs this right here is dead end
And niggas foolish just like you we just can't let in
I can't let you in
No we can't let you in
I can't let you in
I can't let you in
I can't let you in
I can't let you in
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I'm standing tall till my tree fall
Like how you think that , I'll ever f*cking leave yall
I might just kill them all just to come and see y'all
Like while they playin' with y'all, I turn on boys' meatballs
Fast forward three years, we scorin
Head left on block, get borin
Pull up and ridin' in a foreign
To woke these niggas snorin
Gon' get it my stomach roaring
This side I'm on alarming
Finally family forming
Gon' get it, this a warnin
On stage while I'm performin
Yaa dead end them bullets coming til we hit em in his head band
Them bullet song a melody like they in rock bands
Better stay on your end cs this right here is dead end
And niggas foolish just like you we just can't let in
Hol on check in
He wanna get check down
That boy too reckless
Go tell that boy calm down
That must be gun sound
Lil boy you can't run now
He was checking his jeans as soon he leave lil bra got gun down
Bet it's not fun now
Watch who you hang round
Bet not be dumb now
Lil bra got bomb down
Ya n she want me get ha ring
On ha lip just like Listerine
Call me daddy I think imma king
Feel I'm stuck I just wanna be free
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Guess I'm a criminal
From all this pain I eat these herbs like they medicinal
Guess I'm the same seen they true colors like it digital
Don't be ashamed all love gone fade cs it's original
I seen em hall ass cs they shot pass I've seen enough
I done seen pain pill with dope boys and some gang menbers
Don't wanna be like them I wanna have my chain different
Bro you can kick rocks you know damn well you can't hang wit us
We filled em up wit different slugs i feel like my pain different
Yea this dat ,Mhmmm
So when I pull up n that jeep it's gone go ,Mhmmmm
And ya we spinning hella blocks we gone go ,Mhmmm
So when we pull up on my block we gone ,Mhmmm
Better wash away your feeling
Get away I'm chillin
Keep your glitzy on, just in case they think bout killin
I know she got a pretty face, down to her f*ckin' waist
Pull up on that ho, she make me cum, then I'm flyin' away
Yaa dead end them bullets coming til we hit em in his head band
Them bullet song a melody like they in rock bands
Better stay on your end cs this right here is dead end
And niggas foolish just like you we just can't let in
I can't let you in
No we can't let you in
I can't let you in
I can't let you in
I can't let you in
I can't let you in
Like how you think that , I'll ever f*cking leave yall
I might just kill them all just to come and see y'all
Like while they playin' with y'all, I turn on boys' meatballs
Fast forward three years, we scorin
Head left on block, get borin
Pull up and ridin' in a foreign
To woke these niggas snorin
Gon' get it my stomach roaring
This side I'm on alarming
Finally family forming
Gon' get it, this a warnin
On stage while I'm performin
Yaa dead end them bullets coming til we hit em in his head band
Them bullet song a melody like they in rock bands
Better stay on your end cs this right here is dead end
And niggas foolish just like you we just can't let in
Hol on check in
He wanna get check down
That boy too reckless
Go tell that boy calm down
That must be gun sound
Lil boy you can't run now
He was checking his jeans as soon he leave lil bra got gun down
Bet it's not fun now
Watch who you hang round
Bet not be dumb now
Lil bra got bomb down
Ya n she want me get ha ring
On ha lip just like Listerine
Call me daddy I think imma king
Feel I'm stuck I just wanna be free
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Guess I'm a criminal
From all this pain I eat these herbs like they medicinal
Guess I'm the same seen they true colors like it digital
Don't be ashamed all love gone fade cs it's original
I seen em hall ass cs they shot pass I've seen enough
I done seen pain pill with dope boys and some gang menbers
Don't wanna be like them I wanna have my chain different
Bro you can kick rocks you know damn well you can't hang wit us
We filled em up wit different slugs i feel like my pain different
Yea this dat ,Mhmmm
So when I pull up n that jeep it's gone go ,Mhmmmm
And ya we spinning hella blocks we gone go ,Mhmmm
So when we pull up on my block we gone ,Mhmmm
Better wash away your feeling
Get away I'm chillin
Keep your glitzy on, just in case they think bout killin
I know she got a pretty face, down to her f*ckin' waist
Pull up on that ho, she make me cum, then I'm flyin' away
Yaa dead end them bullets coming til we hit em in his head band
Them bullet song a melody like they in rock bands
Better stay on your end cs this right here is dead end
And niggas foolish just like you we just can't let in
I can't let you in
No we can't let you in
I can't let you in
I can't let you in
I can't let you in
I can't let you in
Writer: Edmund Loyal
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid