CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Fuck Court
Yeah
Go away, 6houl
N***a, if I'm broke, that's so sad of me
Majority of the time I got them racks with me
I been stacks on deck but I ain't SOD
I been a lil' n***a with that check on me
You try me and the gang, that's just a tragedy
And all the sh*t I wear, I know they mad at me
And all the sh*t I did, I know they made at me
F**k you n***a (F**k 'em), yes, stay mad at me
I'm counting all this cash, yeah, I'm too happy (Damn)
I'm at a private low, you can't get the addy
This b*t*h is shaking a**, they rolling off Addy's
Street n***a, but the life I live is so fancy
I feel like Soulja Boy, b*t*h, I'm the swag daddy
I'ma cop a FN, let it sign like Ca**ie
When I'm in that Beamer, n***a, no, you can't pa** me
Feel like Rich the Kid, I always got a bag on me
Like a proud mom, them b*t*hes, they gon' brag on me
'Cause everybody love me, it's a south-side thing
I took thirty thousand out the southside bank
Got Tris, I got Quagen, yeah, I'm 'bout my drank
And I'm down to help my n***as who have not a thing (Thing)
I been up in that field, ain't sh*t but a chicken wing
We need to animal hunt, n***a, how we killing things
And n***a, you a b*t*h, don't mention my name
Man, you gon' meet the Glock, try to touch my chain
I'm feeling like the OC's, Gucci Mane
I know I'm not invisible so I pray in vein
I'm riding 'round, n***a, and I'm smoking propane
I'm riding 'round, n***a, not-not with no lames
Damn, the way this choppa sign, thought it was Rick James
They want clout off your name and that's just a shame
They want clout off your name, they ain't got no brain
And that .45, it hit him, he ain't got no brain
Like n***a, f**k the system, n***a, had to change
Plus I'll feel like the victim, don't care if I ran away
Man, free lil' Tay-K, I been did the race
And she wanna play games, this is not charades
And I sip the lean to the Hennessy
And free my n***as that gotta make [?]
F**k the internet, my computer, how a n***a get paid
A bad b*t*h in my vision and you know I hear slay
F**k court, n***a, I'ma have y'all money by May
I came with the gang, that's how we mobbing today
I came with an AR and I came with a K
Like which one should I grab? How I'm feeling today?
And R.I.P. Goon, n***a, "Hey auntie"
I'm pimping your old b*t*h, look what your b*t*h bought me (Your b*t*h)
Go away, 6houl
N***a, if I'm broke, that's so sad of me
Majority of the time I got them racks with me
I been stacks on deck but I ain't SOD
I been a lil' n***a with that check on me
You try me and the gang, that's just a tragedy
And all the sh*t I wear, I know they mad at me
And all the sh*t I did, I know they made at me
F**k you n***a (F**k 'em), yes, stay mad at me
I'm counting all this cash, yeah, I'm too happy (Damn)
I'm at a private low, you can't get the addy
This b*t*h is shaking a**, they rolling off Addy's
Street n***a, but the life I live is so fancy
I feel like Soulja Boy, b*t*h, I'm the swag daddy
I'ma cop a FN, let it sign like Ca**ie
When I'm in that Beamer, n***a, no, you can't pa** me
Feel like Rich the Kid, I always got a bag on me
Like a proud mom, them b*t*hes, they gon' brag on me
'Cause everybody love me, it's a south-side thing
I took thirty thousand out the southside bank
Got Tris, I got Quagen, yeah, I'm 'bout my drank
And I'm down to help my n***as who have not a thing (Thing)
I been up in that field, ain't sh*t but a chicken wing
We need to animal hunt, n***a, how we killing things
And n***a, you a b*t*h, don't mention my name
Man, you gon' meet the Glock, try to touch my chain
I'm feeling like the OC's, Gucci Mane
I know I'm not invisible so I pray in vein
I'm riding 'round, n***a, and I'm smoking propane
I'm riding 'round, n***a, not-not with no lames
Damn, the way this choppa sign, thought it was Rick James
They want clout off your name and that's just a shame
They want clout off your name, they ain't got no brain
And that .45, it hit him, he ain't got no brain
Like n***a, f**k the system, n***a, had to change
Plus I'll feel like the victim, don't care if I ran away
Man, free lil' Tay-K, I been did the race
And she wanna play games, this is not charades
And I sip the lean to the Hennessy
And free my n***as that gotta make [?]
F**k the internet, my computer, how a n***a get paid
A bad b*t*h in my vision and you know I hear slay
F**k court, n***a, I'ma have y'all money by May
I came with the gang, that's how we mobbing today
I came with an AR and I came with a K
Like which one should I grab? How I'm feeling today?
And R.I.P. Goon, n***a, "Hey auntie"
I'm pimping your old b*t*h, look what your b*t*h bought me (Your b*t*h)
