Throughout life I made some bad Decisions
Mind on the money I had, to get it
Strapped up when I leave the crib
Cause I know if these niggas catch me my Ass, is missing
Spent not a dime on the baddest, bitches
F*ck em then I tell they ass, good Riddance
Laws get behind me my ass, is dipping
SRT I got the fastest, engine
Dope all up under my tongue
Nigga what would you do
Just to go from them rags to riches
I use to trap off the bus
And go straight to the Stu
And spend all of this cash, and winnings
Hop ona beat and go nuts
When I'm in the booth
I feel like I ain't spazzed in minutes
Name wasn't heavy I had to lift it
Dope wasn't ain't ready I had to whip it
.40 secured in my pants
And moma keep saying
That gun don't make me a man
But ma on my own I can stand
It's blood on my hands,
So she finna finna tell me keep praying
The opps get behind me I'm slaying
The whip super saiyan
I can't let them know where I'm laying
We pull up turn that nigga block into Thriller
My woedies hopping out the box like Gorillas
District 4 them niggas out here to get us
This 40 on me I'ma die bout my skrilla
Told lil woedie ion vibe with this nigga
Cause I think shorty really ride with them Niggas
I would never cut the ties with my killas
But say too much I swear to god they Gone kill us
Young wise nigga ion rely on no feelings
I know how these bitches get when your time, snatched
Come here shorty where ya mind, at
Bought the forgis off of my pack
I keep the 40 tucked by my, sac
You're an employee this is my, trap
I make these songs cause my rhymes clap
You wait to long then my guys clap
Break these stones like this Minecraft
Don't play with phones cause the lines tapped
Granny keep on telling me read the scripture
Devil in my ear and he tryna whisper
Look at me and I see me as that nigga
I talk to God and he see me as a sinner
All she wanted was a vick and some liquor
She pop a pill she now want dick in her system
Out of town I got the stick in a rental
I go on tour I'm hitting licks out a sprinter
Plug through a dime pass
Niggas at me ona gram don't respond back
The .40 be compact
Choppa kicking in this bitch mortal kombat
I'm still selling dime bags
Straight gelato get you high off of contact
I ain't have no bond set
Locked me up and they like where is your God at
Learned to make cookies yeah I had to get it the hard way
Police done booked me that shit sent my bitch through a heart break
My life ain't mean shit to them it's so we had to part ways
I'm tryna get rich on them niggas and move out the far way
IamnotJavi - Surgeon General Warning Lyrics
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Throughout life I made some bad Decisions
Mind on the money I had, to get it
Strapped up when I leave the crib
Cause I know if these niggas catch me my Ass, is missing
Spent not a dime on the baddest, bitches
F*ck em then I tell they ass, good Riddance
Laws get behind me my ass, is dipping
SRT I got the fastest, engine
Dope all up under my tongue
Nigga what would you do
Just to go from them rags to riches
I use to trap off the bus
And go straight to the Stu
And spend all of this cash, and winnings
Hop ona beat and go nuts
When I'm in the booth
I feel like I ain't spazzed in minutes
Name wasn't heavy I had to lift it
Dope wasn't ain't ready I had to whip it
.40 secured in my pants
And moma keep saying
That gun don't make me a man
But ma on my own I can stand
It's blood on my hands,
So she finna finna tell me keep praying
The opps get behind me I'm slaying
The whip super saiyan
I can't let them know where I'm laying
We pull up turn that nigga block into Thriller
My woedies hopping out the box like Gorillas
District 4 them niggas out here to get us
This 40 on me I'ma die bout my skrilla
Told lil woedie ion vibe with this nigga
Cause I think shorty really ride with them Niggas
I would never cut the ties with my killas
But say too much I swear to god they Gone kill us
Young wise nigga ion rely on no feelings
I know how these bitches get when your time, snatched
Come here shorty where ya mind, at
Bought the forgis off of my pack
I keep the 40 tucked by my, sac
You're an employee this is my, trap
I make these songs cause my rhymes clap
You wait to long then my guys clap
Break these stones like this Minecraft
Don't play with phones cause the lines tapped
Granny keep on telling me read the scripture
Devil in my ear and he tryna whisper
Look at me and I see me as that nigga
I talk to God and he see me as a sinner
All she wanted was a vick and some liquor
She pop a pill she now want dick in her system
Out of town I got the stick in a rental
I go on tour I'm hitting licks out a sprinter
Plug through a dime pass
Niggas at me ona gram don't respond back
The .40 be compact
Choppa kicking in this bitch mortal kombat
I'm still selling dime bags
Straight gelato get you high off of contact
I ain't have no bond set
Locked me up and they like where is your God at
Learned to make cookies yeah I had to get it the hard way
Police done booked me that shit sent my bitch through a heart break
My life ain't mean shit to them it's so we had to part ways
I'm tryna get rich on them niggas and move out the far way
Mind on the money I had, to get it
Strapped up when I leave the crib
Cause I know if these niggas catch me my Ass, is missing
Spent not a dime on the baddest, bitches
F*ck em then I tell they ass, good Riddance
Laws get behind me my ass, is dipping
SRT I got the fastest, engine
Dope all up under my tongue
Nigga what would you do
Just to go from them rags to riches
I use to trap off the bus
And go straight to the Stu
And spend all of this cash, and winnings
Hop ona beat and go nuts
When I'm in the booth
I feel like I ain't spazzed in minutes
Name wasn't heavy I had to lift it
Dope wasn't ain't ready I had to whip it
.40 secured in my pants
And moma keep saying
That gun don't make me a man
But ma on my own I can stand
It's blood on my hands,
So she finna finna tell me keep praying
The opps get behind me I'm slaying
The whip super saiyan
I can't let them know where I'm laying
We pull up turn that nigga block into Thriller
My woedies hopping out the box like Gorillas
District 4 them niggas out here to get us
This 40 on me I'ma die bout my skrilla
Told lil woedie ion vibe with this nigga
Cause I think shorty really ride with them Niggas
I would never cut the ties with my killas
But say too much I swear to god they Gone kill us
Young wise nigga ion rely on no feelings
I know how these bitches get when your time, snatched
Come here shorty where ya mind, at
Bought the forgis off of my pack
I keep the 40 tucked by my, sac
You're an employee this is my, trap
I make these songs cause my rhymes clap
You wait to long then my guys clap
Break these stones like this Minecraft
Don't play with phones cause the lines tapped
Granny keep on telling me read the scripture
Devil in my ear and he tryna whisper
Look at me and I see me as that nigga
I talk to God and he see me as a sinner
All she wanted was a vick and some liquor
She pop a pill she now want dick in her system
Out of town I got the stick in a rental
I go on tour I'm hitting licks out a sprinter
Plug through a dime pass
Niggas at me ona gram don't respond back
The .40 be compact
Choppa kicking in this bitch mortal kombat
I'm still selling dime bags
Straight gelato get you high off of contact
I ain't have no bond set
Locked me up and they like where is your God at
Learned to make cookies yeah I had to get it the hard way
Police done booked me that shit sent my bitch through a heart break
My life ain't mean shit to them it's so we had to part ways
I'm tryna get rich on them niggas and move out the far way
Writer: Javier Gentry
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