[Intro]
(Yung Lan on the track)
Say I ain’t lying, ayy, bitch I done found a love for you in my heart
It ain’t stronger then my brother’s though
But when it comes to this bitch, we gon' go hard every time
On my soul
[Chorus]
What can you say about a nigga habit stronger than his grind, yeah, yeah
Put it in order, I go harder, I swear every single time yeah, yeah
Q complexion, whipin' dope, if I down one, I gotta stretch it
Let my smokers test out one, aroma met my dogs in heaven
Luca Brasi, yeah, Marcellus, I don’t conversate with Kevin
I just threw my youngin' money and he still ridin', steppin'
[Verse 1]
You can’t comprehend my words, but these bullets, bet he catch it
I just gave my girl my charm and put diamonds in my Patty
Had to take it, bitch it’s dumb, ain’t nobody fuckin' let me
Still thuggin' bare arms I’m eighteen and a felon
Brand new whip with racing seats, I hop up in it, I’ma rev it
It ain’t hard for you to see, a Nawfside Baby, I’ma rep it
Remember when I was eleven, I was waiting on my time
Doing drugs like an addict, but was strong on my grind
Juvenile in the Parish, I was walkin' on that line
Feignin' for it, I gotta have it
'Bout time these bitches see me shine
(Yung Lan on the track)
Say I ain’t lying, ayy, bitch I done found a love for you in my heart
It ain’t stronger then my brother’s though
But when it comes to this bitch, we gon' go hard every time
On my soul
[Chorus]
What can you say about a nigga habit stronger than his grind, yeah, yeah
Put it in order, I go harder, I swear every single time yeah, yeah
Q complexion, whipin' dope, if I down one, I gotta stretch it
Let my smokers test out one, aroma met my dogs in heaven
Luca Brasi, yeah, Marcellus, I don’t conversate with Kevin
I just threw my youngin' money and he still ridin', steppin'
[Verse 1]
You can’t comprehend my words, but these bullets, bet he catch it
I just gave my girl my charm and put diamonds in my Patty
Had to take it, bitch it’s dumb, ain’t nobody fuckin' let me
Still thuggin' bare arms I’m eighteen and a felon
Brand new whip with racing seats, I hop up in it, I’ma rev it
It ain’t hard for you to see, a Nawfside Baby, I’ma rep it
Remember when I was eleven, I was waiting on my time
Doing drugs like an addict, but was strong on my grind
Juvenile in the Parish, I was walkin' on that line
Feignin' for it, I gotta have it
'Bout time these bitches see me shine
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