CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Track North
Section 8 just straight cooked this motherf**ker up
I'm still acting like a soldier knowing damn well that I'm the biggest member
Tell my fans I'm cool dawg taking pictures, they might see my pistol
We done did some sh*t, she ate my kids, I swear I never kissed her
Hold up brodie, them a lot of pounds and not a bag went missing
All the bros gon' shoot and they don't know who hit 'em
I make thirty racks a day from serving, now I'm through dealing
I told Gee, "I f**k with you, I don't get cool with new n***as"
I'm a savage to my heart, I work the same move on two sisters
She gave me a key but I'm too big for me to move with her
That other b*t*h ain't into sucking d**k, I guess I'm through with her
I done hit her bestie, she ain't tell me she was cool with her
I customize the Lamb truck, I come through this sh*t with blue leather
Show me you can do better, shoot my shot at whoever
Baby run a new era, she outside 'cause you let her
Too many b*t*hes Hugh Hefner, another million, new Chevy, you dig that
You just in line, only won't be nothing to push your wig back
Hellcat, shooters inside, trailing a Maybach
I done fell back, too much to lose, can't be no f**king fool
Said "F**k cla**," I needed some money, so I dropped out of school
I'm hands-on, a real lesson, I still got something to prove
OT, they know EST preceded by my work
I get paid to rap a beat full, that'll put you on a shirt
Need a freaky sl*t, I slide it in her b*** to make her squirt
We gon' hear bout if you turnt, thought she loved me, f**king burned
They gon' put put you on so much meds, you don't die, you wish you would
I'm a project baby, my daddy still raised me say "yes, sir"
Had no mask, I used my shirt, God can't save you from getting murked
We still wanted for our turf but this ain't football
Trey told me don't run off on Henry but I still took off
Good thing I had good dog, good thing I ain't give a f**k
You can't get respect from my lil bro if you ain't sling with us
They can revoke my time round with that iron, I still ain't put it up
F**k it though!
I'm still acting like a soldier knowing damn well that I'm the biggest member
Tell my fans I'm cool dawg taking pictures, they might see my pistol
We done did some sh*t, she ate my kids, I swear I never kissed her
Hold up brodie, them a lot of pounds and not a bag went missing
All the bros gon' shoot and they don't know who hit 'em
I make thirty racks a day from serving, now I'm through dealing
I told Gee, "I f**k with you, I don't get cool with new n***as"
I'm a savage to my heart, I work the same move on two sisters
She gave me a key but I'm too big for me to move with her
That other b*t*h ain't into sucking d**k, I guess I'm through with her
I done hit her bestie, she ain't tell me she was cool with her
I customize the Lamb truck, I come through this sh*t with blue leather
Show me you can do better, shoot my shot at whoever
Baby run a new era, she outside 'cause you let her
Too many b*t*hes Hugh Hefner, another million, new Chevy, you dig that
You just in line, only won't be nothing to push your wig back
Hellcat, shooters inside, trailing a Maybach
I done fell back, too much to lose, can't be no f**king fool
Said "F**k cla**," I needed some money, so I dropped out of school
I'm hands-on, a real lesson, I still got something to prove
OT, they know EST preceded by my work
I get paid to rap a beat full, that'll put you on a shirt
Need a freaky sl*t, I slide it in her b*** to make her squirt
We gon' hear bout if you turnt, thought she loved me, f**king burned
They gon' put put you on so much meds, you don't die, you wish you would
I'm a project baby, my daddy still raised me say "yes, sir"
Had no mask, I used my shirt, God can't save you from getting murked
We still wanted for our turf but this ain't football
Trey told me don't run off on Henry but I still took off
Good thing I had good dog, good thing I ain't give a f**k
You can't get respect from my lil bro if you ain't sling with us
They can revoke my time round with that iron, I still ain't put it up
F**k it though!
