Woah, woah, woah
Yeh, I could never give up on my brothers
Yeh, do it for my soldiers and my cutters
Yeh, Momma knew I always was a lover
Woah, woah, yeh
I put that shit on my soul
I put that shit on my bros
Keepin' that shit in my muf*ckin' tote
I just lost my head wonderin' where am I goin
I be countin' up so much I think I lost control
Woah
Givin' out these cold shoulder pussy what you want
I just kill it with my brothers in these Louboutins
Put that shit up in my bag yessir it's Louis Vuitton
All my guns they got them wraps this my favorite design
Watch on my wrist
Watch what he said
Imma kill that motherf*cker pump him full of lead
All my friends are dead, you might push me to the edge
Feelin' like I'm Dexter all I'm seein' f*ckin' red
I just chose the G-lock the ARP want me instead
If he tryna block sum just aim it for his head
That's on god
That's on god
That's on god
Put that money for my team up and my skwah
Count up money it's a dream oh my god
Got me itchin' like a feign oh my god
On my so-oul
Count up money erryday on the ro-oad
Why you talkin' bout my family and my bros folk
If he talks again I'm kicking' through the do-or
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Woah, woah, woah
Yeh, I could never give up on my brothers
Yeh, do it for my soldiers and my cutters
Yeh, Momma knew I always was a lover
Woah, woah, yeh
I put that shit on my soul
I put that shit on my bros
Keepin' that shit in my muf*ckin' tote
I just lost my head wonderin' where am I goin
I be countin' up so much I think I lost control
Woah
Givin' out these cold shoulder pussy what you want
I just kill it with my brothers in these Louboutins
Put that shit up in my bag yessir it's Louis Vuitton
All my guns they got them wraps this my favorite design
Watch on my wrist
Watch what he said
Imma kill that motherf*cker pump him full of lead
All my friends are dead, you might push me to the edge
Feelin' like I'm Dexter all I'm seein' f*ckin' red
I just chose the G-lock the ARP want me instead
If he tryna block sum just aim it for his head
That's on god
That's on god
That's on god
Put that money for my team up and my skwah
Count up money it's a dream oh my god
Got me itchin' like a feign oh my god
On my so-oul
Count up money erryday on the ro-oad
Why you talkin' bout my family and my bros folk
If he talks again I'm kicking' through the do-or
Yeh, I could never give up on my brothers
Yeh, do it for my soldiers and my cutters
Yeh, Momma knew I always was a lover
Woah, woah, yeh
I put that shit on my soul
I put that shit on my bros
Keepin' that shit in my muf*ckin' tote
I just lost my head wonderin' where am I goin
I be countin' up so much I think I lost control
Woah
Givin' out these cold shoulder pussy what you want
I just kill it with my brothers in these Louboutins
Put that shit up in my bag yessir it's Louis Vuitton
All my guns they got them wraps this my favorite design
Watch on my wrist
Watch what he said
Imma kill that motherf*cker pump him full of lead
All my friends are dead, you might push me to the edge
Feelin' like I'm Dexter all I'm seein' f*ckin' red
I just chose the G-lock the ARP want me instead
If he tryna block sum just aim it for his head
That's on god
That's on god
That's on god
Put that money for my team up and my skwah
Count up money it's a dream oh my god
Got me itchin' like a feign oh my god
On my so-oul
Count up money erryday on the ro-oad
Why you talkin' bout my family and my bros folk
If he talks again I'm kicking' through the do-or
Writer: Jackson Thompson
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