[Intro: Leaf Ward]
Bet, hurry up, hurry up
Uh, Leaf, uh, uh
He ain't got no work—, like I'm still there when I leave
Leaf, uh
Hurry up, Tay
Uh, uh, uh
[Verse 1: Leaf Ward]
He ain't got no work under his belt, he can't go
We don't do emotion, they know that's somethin' we can't show
He ain't puttin' on his new opp pack and he can't blow
That block was a lil' too long and he ran slow
We gon' get back for my niggas, we vowed and we really did it
They comparin' me to Boosie, he rap and he really with it
Niggas never did nothin' to one of mine in a minute
Got the drop, we wеnt up top on that nigga, he shitted
We gon' only tеll the truth and then you could Google the proof
We gon' let that nigga hang himself, just give him the noose
Niggas know I'm from the deuce, it's gon' take a while to get used
Five-seven sound like a flute, duck by that truck and go through it
I'm so deep inside the trenches like I'm still there when I leave
Blood be drippin' when I cry, inhale gun smoke when I breath
I could tell you what we did, but you probably ain't gon' believe
Body snatchin' like we thieves, that's the proper way to grieve
Hit my knees and beg the Lord forgive me, but here come your child
They can try whatever but only gon' do what you allow
Niggas foul, they took my brother, he his mother only child
That's why I ain't smile in awhile, I try to forgive, I don't know how
Rattin' out, throw in the towel, this real life, this ain't no style
Walked her son to his ditch before he could walk down the aisle
Tears drippin' down my mom's face, somebody gotta pay for that
He came to her crib and hit her son, he in the way for that
We take that shit the furthest when it's war, we don't play with that
Stashed away my ratchet in the masjid, I prayed with that
Told me bring that pain back, but I was tryna change that
Spin, he got hit, but not benched, so he came back
Close enough to touch, to guarantee hit what I aim at
That nigga had his pole, we still sent his soul where the rain at
[?][1:45] the worst, got in that room, ain't say a word
We don't really know who did it, we gon' go off what we heard
Bet, hurry up, hurry up
Uh, Leaf, uh, uh
He ain't got no work—, like I'm still there when I leave
Leaf, uh
Hurry up, Tay
Uh, uh, uh
[Verse 1: Leaf Ward]
He ain't got no work under his belt, he can't go
We don't do emotion, they know that's somethin' we can't show
He ain't puttin' on his new opp pack and he can't blow
That block was a lil' too long and he ran slow
We gon' get back for my niggas, we vowed and we really did it
They comparin' me to Boosie, he rap and he really with it
Niggas never did nothin' to one of mine in a minute
Got the drop, we wеnt up top on that nigga, he shitted
We gon' only tеll the truth and then you could Google the proof
We gon' let that nigga hang himself, just give him the noose
Niggas know I'm from the deuce, it's gon' take a while to get used
Five-seven sound like a flute, duck by that truck and go through it
I'm so deep inside the trenches like I'm still there when I leave
Blood be drippin' when I cry, inhale gun smoke when I breath
I could tell you what we did, but you probably ain't gon' believe
Body snatchin' like we thieves, that's the proper way to grieve
Hit my knees and beg the Lord forgive me, but here come your child
They can try whatever but only gon' do what you allow
Niggas foul, they took my brother, he his mother only child
That's why I ain't smile in awhile, I try to forgive, I don't know how
Rattin' out, throw in the towel, this real life, this ain't no style
Walked her son to his ditch before he could walk down the aisle
Tears drippin' down my mom's face, somebody gotta pay for that
He came to her crib and hit her son, he in the way for that
We take that shit the furthest when it's war, we don't play with that
Stashed away my ratchet in the masjid, I prayed with that
Told me bring that pain back, but I was tryna change that
Spin, he got hit, but not benched, so he came back
Close enough to touch, to guarantee hit what I aim at
That nigga had his pole, we still sent his soul where the rain at
[?][1:45] the worst, got in that room, ain't say a word
We don't really know who did it, we gon' go off what we heard
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