[Intro]
(Turn me up 40)
(Beats by YodaYae)
[Chorus: The Game & Kevin Gates]
Them bodies start smellin’ after two days
Seen a nigga slumped in the alley over some new J’s
No knock warrant, the feds tryna build a new case
Investigation surface, tryna duck ‘em but it’s too late
Hold it down no matter what
Juggin’, tryna double up
Either hell or go to jail, when you come up in the slums
Spin ya block, jump out and walk up when that pressure get applied
It’s raining’ bullets outside, label me a murder [?]
[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Lift up his shirt, underarms musty, dirty and disgusting
You could call me, I’m right on location
Hop out and I’m thuggin’
We can’t argue, I don’t do no fussin’, that shit lead to scuffin’
Been retarted, don’t accept the sorry
Play me, we gon’ touch ‘em
Mazi’ foreign, I’ma change that
Play with this shit, push his brains back
I’ma wet up the spot, where they bang at?
Thirty two in the Glock, I’ma slang that
Bitch, I’m the one, I’m the man, I’ma claim that
Cut a top off the block, we gon’ slang back
When I up, leave his face where his chain at
I’ma post on the block where my gang at
Police come in the house without using’ a warrant
I fuck off for a week then I count up a hundred
When they raidin’ the block, no surrender, I run it
Go to jail, I won’t pick up the phone, how I’m comin’
I’ma stick ‘em up [?]
I’m an eight in a six ‘cause I came up from nun
I’ma run up that money, a pendant, I’m floodin’
Nigga, play ain’t no waitin’, you know I’ma buss it
(Turn me up 40)
(Beats by YodaYae)
[Chorus: The Game & Kevin Gates]
Them bodies start smellin’ after two days
Seen a nigga slumped in the alley over some new J’s
No knock warrant, the feds tryna build a new case
Investigation surface, tryna duck ‘em but it’s too late
Hold it down no matter what
Juggin’, tryna double up
Either hell or go to jail, when you come up in the slums
Spin ya block, jump out and walk up when that pressure get applied
It’s raining’ bullets outside, label me a murder [?]
[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Lift up his shirt, underarms musty, dirty and disgusting
You could call me, I’m right on location
Hop out and I’m thuggin’
We can’t argue, I don’t do no fussin’, that shit lead to scuffin’
Been retarted, don’t accept the sorry
Play me, we gon’ touch ‘em
Mazi’ foreign, I’ma change that
Play with this shit, push his brains back
I’ma wet up the spot, where they bang at?
Thirty two in the Glock, I’ma slang that
Bitch, I’m the one, I’m the man, I’ma claim that
Cut a top off the block, we gon’ slang back
When I up, leave his face where his chain at
I’ma post on the block where my gang at
Police come in the house without using’ a warrant
I fuck off for a week then I count up a hundred
When they raidin’ the block, no surrender, I run it
Go to jail, I won’t pick up the phone, how I’m comin’
I’ma stick ‘em up [?]
I’m an eight in a six ‘cause I came up from nun
I’ma run up that money, a pendant, I’m floodin’
Nigga, play ain’t no waitin’, you know I’ma buss it
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