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[Intro]
(I got Hitman on the beat)
There ain’t no love for her
I been M.I.A. though
(Marcuss, you killin’ it)
Ayy, fu*k ya, fu*k ya too
Murder gang
[Chorus]
I ain’t tryna say a thing, ni**a, I can barely think
I said I quit for seven days and then I’m back on drank
I been tryna calm down, ni**a, you should do the same
Still ain’t puttin’ these guns down, all I know is leave a stain
Hold on, I got a reason ‘bout why I came through bleedin’
b*tch, this for my brothers up in jail, and they can’t see me
Real gang baby, dealin’ with these demons, it ain’t easy
They say that I go crazy, pistols blazin’, straps got built in beams in
[Verse 1]
If I said it, b*tch I mean it
Gettin’ dirty with my clean ass
Double R, back then, it used to be a blue Jaug’
Dirty b*tches want cash, fall for it l, my wrong ass
Play games, I can’t pass
Only thing I want is you smashed
Dirty b*tch, you ain’t my hoе, don’t call my phone witcho’ dog ass
You fu*kin’ ‘round with the other sidе, don’t be inside when that car crash
4.0 flat, with my hood on, got a twelve gauge like I’m [?]
Nawfisde, man, I spin through that
Pussy ni**a won’t make it back, XD and I’m full of mags
Youngin’ out the window like “I told ya” (b*tch, I told ya)
Tryna knock yo’ muthafu*kin’ head from off yo’ shoulders
You want beef? Okay, I been doin’ this for too long, son, yeah
I say “Murder, you know we gon’ get you gone, son”, stretch
[Chorus]
I ain’t tryna say a thing, ni**a, I can barely think
I said I quit for seven days and then I’m back on drank
I been tryna calm down, ni**a, you should do the same
Still ain’t puttin’ these guns down, all I know is leave a stain
Hold on, I got a reason ‘bout why I came through bleedin’
b*tch, this for my brothers up in jail, and they can’t see me
Real gang baby, dealin’ with these demons, it ain’t easy
They say that I go crazy, pistols blazin’, straps got built in beams in
[Verse 2]
Ain’t with me, I say that they all around for that reason
Oh Lord, tell ‘em “fu*k ‘em”, now they say that they don’t need me
They can’t get that money on they own, so they subpoena me
Hold on, broke b*tch, my top back, one opp black, red scenery
I’m the one who pulled up luxury machinin’
I’m the one who made them youngins go step on him
fu*k that ni**a, can’t…
[Chorus]
I ain’t tryna say a thing, ni**a, I can barely think
I said I quit for seven days and then I’m back on drank
I been tryna calm down, ni**a, you should do the same
Still ain’t puttin’ these guns down, all I know is leave a stain
Hold on, I got a reason ‘bout why I came through bleedin’
b*tch, this for my brothers up in jail, and they can’t see me
Real gang baby, dealin’ with these demons, it ain’t easy
They say that I go crazy, pistols blazin’, straps got built in beams in