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And I got shooters that'll shoot When you live by the gun, you live by them rules (guess they in they feelings, man) If you ever did me wrong, no sympathy for you (let's get it) Blame what I went through Soon as I get up out of bed, I grab my G-, make sure it's cocked One in the head, I'm paranoid Wish I was not, wish it would stop But it won't, can't trust a b- and f- an opp That show I think, that's how I move, that's how I rock (uh) Shout out my block Man, we don't respect you, boy, you talk to cops (you talk to cops) I just bought a brand new Draco, 30 shots (grrr) Oh, and a mop, and a helicop' (grrr) That's a chop (grrr) Extra bullets in my socks just in case it's up (it's up, it's up) Armed and dangerous (huh) Man, don't play with us (man, don't play with us) We really rich, y'all really broke, f- you gon' say to us? (F- you gon' say to us?) Tell that man come get his b-, she tryna stay with us (ooh) And I'm off that cognac (huh) Brand new piece, got it from Luxe, look how they froze that (VVS) Still spendin' money from 2016, bet they ain't know that (know that) They said I was broke, check my account, f- am I broke at? Yeah, snow that I'm the Big Steppa (huh) The big red, the big head (RedLyfe) Ten n-, that's ten glizzy's with ten legs (grr-grr-grr) Pillow talkin' n-, all in a bitch bed (h-) Don't tell me about no h-, f- what a b- said (h-) Y'all be on that he say, she say s- too much Man, go get a buck (man, go get a buck) If your money low then get it up (grrt) Stop all that whinin' s-, stop all that b- up (p-) You wanna be rich or what? You wanna die broke or live it up? Ayy, and I got shooters that'll shoot When you live by the gun, you live by them rules If you ever did me wrong, no sympathy for you Blame what I went through F- love, tough love, that's all I knew And when they count me out, I count my money too Sippin' on some s- that got my head goin' And if that n- end up dead, it's probably 'cause he was dead wrong (yuh, uh) Livin' good but still could pull up in that 'Rari in the hood (skrr, skrr, skrr) No bodyguards, just a couple shooters that will bend your hood (grr-grr, baow) Mob s- and we ain't never on no star s- Just parked up with a couple n- that will park s- (grrr) Lookin' like a target but I'm cautious (uh-hum) We not tryna end ya life so don't start s- (no, don't that) Big Royce with the stars look like a starship (ooh, ooh) .380, lil' baby on me, that's my dog s- (that's my dog) I'm the Big Don, the Big Pen, the Big Fish (Big Fish) I'm with ten hitters, that's ten Glocks with ten clips (grr, grr) They claim they real n- but they got bitch lips (mm-hmm) Don't tell me about them n-, they on some simp s- (mm-hmm) Man, y'all be on that he say, she say s- too much Man, go get a buck (man, go get a buck) If your money low then get it up (get it up) Stop all that whinin' s- (shh), stop all that b- up (p-) You wanna be rich or what? (Uh-hum) You wanna die broke or live it up? Ayy, and I got shooters that'll shoot When you live by the gun, you live by them rules If you ever did me wrong, no sympathy for you Blame what I went through F- love, tough love, that's all I knew And when they count me out, I count my money too Sippin' on some s- that got my head goin' And if that n- end up dead, it's probably 'cause he was dead wrong
Writer(s): Katorah Marrero, Tashim Zene, Jaidyn Hullum Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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