Dari
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Burna Bandz
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Traequan Mahoney
Lyrics
Prod. By LoneGud
Composer
Prod by. Unicus
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Prod. By LoneGud
Producer
Prod by. Unicus
Producer
Lirik
[Intro]
Yeah uh
Uh
[Verse]
Been thru the rain I know how it feel
Take a case all the way, I ain't takin a deal
Lot **** prayed I won't make it here, but bitch we here (Northside)
It's nothin' but killers and trappers in here
They want know how Burna he won legit
See the chains on my neck cost more than one flip
It's too many glizzys need more hit
Too many glizzys need more switches
Feinds always hate when I'm scrapin' the dish
My big cro get you knocked off a hit list
[?] SUV's in the trenches
She do the team otherwise I'ma bench it
Why you say fuck the opps? You know I meant it
Same **** get caught without they weapon
You know that shit get hot when we steppin' (Yeah)
Everything I got on is expensive
Gon fuck first night leave good first impression
I go way OT barely get reception
Can't fuck with a snitch **** no it's [?]
Can't fuck these bitch **** they so feminine
Fast forward time so I count these M&M's
My cro fightin' double murder on the M&M (Yeah)
You know that shit get hot when we steppin'
Call you best man or call 9 11
Fell in love with bands fell with spendin'
Free my **** locked tryna dodge a sentence
Keep a knocker with me so I ain't feel threatened
Got watch out these **** they jealous and envy
Bandz Can't Fold so the opps resent me (Mm)
And cronem got bodies can't tell you how many
Circle tight I don't fuck with too many
She a bad bitch gon' hold down the semi
Eighty-thou for the plain jane presi
If life's a gamble I'm bettin' on me
You know I'm playin for keeps
They know that Burna a chief
Feel like ain't shit that I can't acheive
But I can't do it without the team
Without them swear the would be no me
Everything that I do for the 3
Everything that I do for squad
Everything that I do for the dead homies
Everywhere I go got the racks on me
Cronem still got the trap runnin'
He do a hit with no mask on him
Run up that check like a track runner
She got one hell of a ass on her
I fuck that bitch bend her back over
I smoke the gas in the Range Rover
Get big high til my pains over
Whole lotta weight up on my shoulders
It's a cold world my neck so frozen
Written by: Prod by. Unicus, Prod. By LoneGud, Traequan Mahoney