I can never get those moments back
I remember back when me and 4LEXNADER made like forty tracks
I want it all and I ain't holding back
My OG told me to keep a tool cause I can never lack
And imma keep on running this shit up like I'm a running back
Wasting all my time talking to bitches, man I'm done with that
Can't believe that we really lost G, I need my brother back
Brodie took the long way home running for another pack
And now this a new flow
It's Drippy Dri and you know
I've been really trying to get my pockets fat like sumo
Popping all these perks, I go to Mars like my name, Bruno
All these niggas keep on acting scary like El Coco
Kicking shit like judo
Brodie came from Pluto
Damn, I think I need a cut I hit up Zurdo
I ain't trying to be no number two, bitch I want uno
Everything I do is wavy shit like Alex Russo
Like, and Alex Russo was a lovely girl
You don't need a ton of money in this lovely world
Bro couldn't put his pride aside and he died over pearls
When I'm driving with my left, I feel like youngin Earl
But I hold the switch with my right hand
Eighth grade cruise I was swagging, rocking my white Vans
OG don't be going to parties cause he don't like to dance
I got this two tone stick on my left hip I ain't fighting, man
Yeah, I rap about it, but it ain't all about the violence
If I ever get jammed up, I'm staying silent
Bitch tried to trap me with a baby shorty wildin'
One day, I'ma be with all my brothers on the island
I really miss those days
I need me a foreign bitty with the knotless braids
I got some wok, you got some tris, how bout we do a trade
Man, who remember 2017 with Ben and Kade
And now I'm missing activis with lemonade
This is not a renegade
Grinding hard for seven days
I don't never celebrate
Body in the gym all day, trying to get a ten day
Sometimes I just do my own thing, f*ck what my friends say
Like, f*ck what my men say
I've been really kicking this shit, I feel like a sensei
My G-mom's going through knee pain, I give her bengay
Brodie don't know how to make money, but it's like ten ways
You can start a business
You can make a hit list
Game winning shot to win the chip, I already did this
You think it's cap, bitch I really got the proof
I was jumping out the roof with all my niggas wearing blue, ooh
Yung Drippy - Ayala's Story, Pt. 4 Lyrics
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I can never get those moments back
I remember back when me and 4LEXNADER made like forty tracks
I want it all and I ain't holding back
My OG told me to keep a tool cause I can never lack
And imma keep on running this shit up like I'm a running back
Wasting all my time talking to bitches, man I'm done with that
Can't believe that we really lost G, I need my brother back
Brodie took the long way home running for another pack
And now this a new flow
It's Drippy Dri and you know
I've been really trying to get my pockets fat like sumo
Popping all these perks, I go to Mars like my name, Bruno
All these niggas keep on acting scary like El Coco
Kicking shit like judo
Brodie came from Pluto
Damn, I think I need a cut I hit up Zurdo
I ain't trying to be no number two, bitch I want uno
Everything I do is wavy shit like Alex Russo
Like, and Alex Russo was a lovely girl
You don't need a ton of money in this lovely world
Bro couldn't put his pride aside and he died over pearls
When I'm driving with my left, I feel like youngin Earl
But I hold the switch with my right hand
Eighth grade cruise I was swagging, rocking my white Vans
OG don't be going to parties cause he don't like to dance
I got this two tone stick on my left hip I ain't fighting, man
Yeah, I rap about it, but it ain't all about the violence
If I ever get jammed up, I'm staying silent
Bitch tried to trap me with a baby shorty wildin'
One day, I'ma be with all my brothers on the island
I really miss those days
I need me a foreign bitty with the knotless braids
I got some wok, you got some tris, how bout we do a trade
Man, who remember 2017 with Ben and Kade
And now I'm missing activis with lemonade
This is not a renegade
Grinding hard for seven days
I don't never celebrate
Body in the gym all day, trying to get a ten day
Sometimes I just do my own thing, f*ck what my friends say
Like, f*ck what my men say
I've been really kicking this shit, I feel like a sensei
My G-mom's going through knee pain, I give her bengay
Brodie don't know how to make money, but it's like ten ways
You can start a business
You can make a hit list
Game winning shot to win the chip, I already did this
You think it's cap, bitch I really got the proof
I was jumping out the roof with all my niggas wearing blue, ooh
I remember back when me and 4LEXNADER made like forty tracks
I want it all and I ain't holding back
My OG told me to keep a tool cause I can never lack
And imma keep on running this shit up like I'm a running back
Wasting all my time talking to bitches, man I'm done with that
Can't believe that we really lost G, I need my brother back
Brodie took the long way home running for another pack
And now this a new flow
It's Drippy Dri and you know
I've been really trying to get my pockets fat like sumo
Popping all these perks, I go to Mars like my name, Bruno
All these niggas keep on acting scary like El Coco
Kicking shit like judo
Brodie came from Pluto
Damn, I think I need a cut I hit up Zurdo
I ain't trying to be no number two, bitch I want uno
Everything I do is wavy shit like Alex Russo
Like, and Alex Russo was a lovely girl
You don't need a ton of money in this lovely world
Bro couldn't put his pride aside and he died over pearls
When I'm driving with my left, I feel like youngin Earl
But I hold the switch with my right hand
Eighth grade cruise I was swagging, rocking my white Vans
OG don't be going to parties cause he don't like to dance
I got this two tone stick on my left hip I ain't fighting, man
Yeah, I rap about it, but it ain't all about the violence
If I ever get jammed up, I'm staying silent
Bitch tried to trap me with a baby shorty wildin'
One day, I'ma be with all my brothers on the island
I really miss those days
I need me a foreign bitty with the knotless braids
I got some wok, you got some tris, how bout we do a trade
Man, who remember 2017 with Ben and Kade
And now I'm missing activis with lemonade
This is not a renegade
Grinding hard for seven days
I don't never celebrate
Body in the gym all day, trying to get a ten day
Sometimes I just do my own thing, f*ck what my friends say
Like, f*ck what my men say
I've been really kicking this shit, I feel like a sensei
My G-mom's going through knee pain, I give her bengay
Brodie don't know how to make money, but it's like ten ways
You can start a business
You can make a hit list
Game winning shot to win the chip, I already did this
You think it's cap, bitch I really got the proof
I was jumping out the roof with all my niggas wearing blue, ooh
Writer: Ben Nkwantah, Frandy Roque, John Acosta
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid