CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Risky
My dawg's brother got hit yesterday, he was only sixteen
My dawg's brother got hit yesterday, he was only sixteen
Man, this lifestyle that I live, this sh*t is risky
Ain't been home in six months, did you miss me?
Me and her gon' get to it if she consenting
My dawg's brother got hit yesterday, he was only sixteen
I'm down to shoot lil' with fire back
Hundreds in my jeans, they look like thigh pads
12 killing n***as, they wanna see us in the graveyard
First we boost our credit and then we go and get a racecar
The way I pick these up, they like, "You shoulda played baseball"
Throw that pack from Houston, OKC, I feel like Chris Paul
COVID-19 got these n***as sick, they tryna get that sh*t
People tell me I'm living too fast, I ain't tryna hear that sh*t
I can't let nobody come distract me from my main goal
All I burn exotic, I burn passion fruit and mango
My dawg said he fallin' off, I told him he better hang on
Treat these n***as like strippers with these bullets, they get rained on
I look like a spotlight every time I put my chain on
Ain't nobody leaving the trap until this f**king weight gone
All these weapons at my disposal, I feel just like [?]
If money grow on trees then let's just say my branch is overgrown
Whoever say they [?] finna come get overthrown
I'm punching on, he watching Home Alone
I just bought some acres in the country, [?]
All them nights of trapping dangerous, I was catching plays alone
My n***a zoe, I served him fifty at the [?]
My mama told me [?] and these hoes gon' hound you
And keep that negative energy way from 'round you
My dawg's brother got hit yesterday, he was only sixteen
Man, this lifestyle that I live, this sh*t is risky
Ain't been home in six months, did you miss me?
Me and her gon' get to it if she consenting
My dawg's brother got hit yesterday, he was only sixteen
I'm down to shoot lil' with fire back
Hundreds in my jeans, they look like thigh pads
12 killing n***as, they wanna see us in the graveyard
First we boost our credit and then we go and get a racecar
The way I pick these up, they like, "You shoulda played baseball"
Throw that pack from Houston, OKC, I feel like Chris Paul
COVID-19 got these n***as sick, they tryna get that sh*t
People tell me I'm living too fast, I ain't tryna hear that sh*t
I can't let nobody come distract me from my main goal
All I burn exotic, I burn passion fruit and mango
My dawg said he fallin' off, I told him he better hang on
Treat these n***as like strippers with these bullets, they get rained on
I look like a spotlight every time I put my chain on
Ain't nobody leaving the trap until this f**king weight gone
All these weapons at my disposal, I feel just like [?]
If money grow on trees then let's just say my branch is overgrown
Whoever say they [?] finna come get overthrown
I'm punching on, he watching Home Alone
I just bought some acres in the country, [?]
All them nights of trapping dangerous, I was catching plays alone
My n***a zoe, I served him fifty at the [?]
My mama told me [?] and these hoes gon' hound you
And keep that negative energy way from 'round you
