Lyrics
Aye Lou, this what Imma do
Imma do twelve, then I'ma talk to the people
Then Imma twelve more then I'ma talk
To the people some more
Then Imma do eight more then I want
You to cut this motherfucker completely off
Yea, Black Migo
First off
Money ain't shit to a nigga like me
True Religions, no belt, and a white tee
Niggas turnin' to dikes
Ho's livin' for likes
Niggas losin' they stripes
I believe in God but in this steel I trust
I'm on kush, I'm on lean
I'm on pills the fuck
Fuck a bitch 'cause I'm stressed out
Tryna bank that's your best out
'Cause these niggas tellin'
Felons with weapons
If I beef with a nigga then
Imma beef with 'em separate
Ain't no gangs involved
I'm a man before all that
Couple niggas done called
I'm just waitin' on a call back
Yea I done talked to a couple
Niggas but just to be real
I don't think these niggas see
Me like I see myself
These niggas don't know what they
Got on they hands
See that nigga didn't know what
He had on his hands
But I'm prayin' for you
I wish you the best of luck homie
Yea he lied to me, yea he stole from me
Had so much anger I wanted to
Take his soul from 'em
But I can't move forward, if I hold grudges
Nigga I'm satisfied I coulda been aborted
I just can't stand a nigga
That got feminine ways
That nigga tried to play me
Cheap like the minimum wage
And I ain't tellin' you the story
This the after phase
I started dumpin' he was swervin'
I got out the play
Twelve came I was shittin' bricks
'Cause if he dead they
Finna give me eighty-six
I called them Playas for some
Fruitful and some aid-assist