Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Godfather
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Avery
Composer
Letras
Yeah
You know what the fuck goin' on, **** (Ayy, Jay, man, run that shit, cuh)
We in this bitch
Forever Paid, ****
If you didn't know, ****, ain't no rules in the streets
They can't never find me, I know how to move in this bitch
Call Johnny, pulled sixty, said he boolin' on the East
Told him I'ma bump into him right after I pull up on my peeps
I'll never give my loc' up for no pussy, what you think?
If you got my drop, ****, better use it while I'm sleep
Godfather, I could put this shit together, build up a team
Heard you stuck on ID.me, pull up on me, let me see
Told the opps this shit all can be over, just give me key
He was cappin' in the booth, we threw fifty in his Jeep
Psych, I'm lyin', we save seven for the ride, threw forty-three
We ain't comin' for no peace, took a hit for thirty G's
'Fore I ever thought about rappin', I was leavin' **** diseased
Since a baby I've been thuggin' in the streets by any means
First gun was an XD 40, pushed it back to squeeze it
Lil' bitch ain't tryna give me no pussy, I told her, "Keep it"
You can beat it, got bitches tryna fuck me for no reason
I'm a demon, I'm tryna slide and catch him before evening
Shit, I'm rollin' off an addy, up geekin', shit, I'm thinkin'
Mas fuckin' around and poured a twelve with me, started leanin'
Shit, my mama always told me hard head'll make a soft ass (For real)
Ain't no rules in this shit, you can't get no pass (Uh-uh)
Heard your mans was just here, he in a bodybag (He gone)
We ain't trippin' on no case, he got a lot of cash
My mama always told me hard head'll make a soft ass (For real)
Ain't no rules in this shit, you can't get no pass (Uh-uh)
Heard your mans was just here, he in a bodybag (You know what the fuck goin' on, he gone)
We ain't trippin' on no case, we got a lot of cash
We ain't trippin' 'bout no pape', bitch, we havin' it
I let the chopper get to clappin' like congratulations
I call your bitch, she give me head when I get agitated
She probably left your ass on read and you masturbatin'
Next opp, I'ma leave his ass decapitated
All headshots, he ain't gon' make it to be a pacient
Got him runnin', trippin', fallin', damn, he forgot to lace 'em
Ain't no rules in this shit, better play it safe
'Cause your own mans'll get you for that love of pape'
Just did a skit, 12 behind us, we gon' do the race
Poodie told me if I go to jail, he gon' hit the bank
I be trippin' in the streets, I do what you can't
I control the whole block, ****, I'm the paint
If you hit him in the head, you gon' leave him stankin'
I be sellin' hoes dreams, no, I ain't shit
When I'm bored, I go blow thousands up in Dayshift
Shit, my mama always told me hard head'll make a soft ass (For real)
Ain't no rules in this shit, you can't get no pass (Uh-uh)
Heard your mans was just here, he in a bodybag (He gone)
We ain't trippin' on no case, he got a lot of cash
My mama always told me hard head'll make a soft ass (For real)
Ain't no rules in this shit, you can't get no pass (Uh-uh)
Heard your mans was just here, he in a bodybag (He gone)
We ain't trippin' on no case, we got a lot of cash
Written by: Daniel Avery