Ain't this a bitch?
If this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon' die
If my mama cry, then a lot of mamas gon' cry
If this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon' die
If my mama cry, then a lot of mamas gon' cry
Let me get a new crep now and put tin in my dome
He the only son so his moma gon know
I wouldn't be a true nigga if i let this slide
I gotta sell up, i gotta strap up and ride
My nigga mama gon' cry, then yo mama gon' cry
One less in my clique, one in yo clique gon' die
It's the game you forgot, it's eye for eye
Body for body, so you gon' respect my mind
You done started something, I'ma take real ball
Every day a shootout with you done started
Gorilla war, it got me hurting
To see my dog people in grief
So it's law, I bring the same pain to yo deals
Im dressed to kill black hoodie, black suits, and boats
When I spot you, I'm gonna let the stock
On the SK unfold
When you hit it? Chicka plow, chicka plow
I'm telling you it's too late to run now
If this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon' die
If my mama cry, then a lot of mamas gon' cry
If this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon' die
If my mama cry, then a lot of mamas gon' cry
If this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon' die
If my mama cry, then a lot of mamas gon' cry
If this nigga die, its gona be consequences
And repercussion believe that
In the streets I gotta have that mind frame
Fuck it, gotta keep my nuts dropped
Can't be fearing nothing when you're ducking
Nigga always in the suck when you're hustling
Never knew a nigga gon' stay up with my dog
Had a deal planned with some new connect
Barely knew him and trusted him
Ain't wear his vest, he got deaf thinking
The deals don't go sweet
They already had a plan to keep the money and keys
They hit him up to the head, to the chest, to the neck
And left him there to meet his death
I feel guilty letting him go solo
Even though he told me cheer, I still should've rolled
So now I'm in some beef with niggas I barely know
I met him once but I used to fuck one of they hoes
I hit her up for some info and broke her off proper
Moved to they hideout and released that chopper
If this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon' die
If my mama cry, then a lot of mamas gon' cry
If this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon' die
If my mama cry, then a lot of mamas gon' cry
If this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon' die
If my mama cry, then a lot of mamas gon' cry
If this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon' die
Consequences and repercussion
This thang bitch that I grew up with
In the hood, my nigga dropped her
I warned him that she was no good
But fuck me, he heard the pussy was the shit
He went, got caught up, got pussy whipped
Every night, he slippin' by this thang bitch
And I told him she do courses and she'll set him up for shit
But he ain't listen, he tell me mind my biz
Now some niggas went there, took him out there
And split his wig, I ain't know
That's where he start the stashes, yeah
He knew better to keep work where his head gon' lay
But fuck that, I gotta put some iron on her
Gotta release all 17 out the 9 on her
One of my hoes saw a shakin' ass in the club
She hurry up, went to the phone and hit me up
I spun round, saw it, and straight cut loose
Job hoe, this pimp drew me straight to you
If this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon' die
If my mama cry, then a lot of mamas gon' cry
If this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon' die
If my mama cry, then a lot of mamas gon' cry
If this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon' die
If my mama cry, then a lot of mamas gon' cry
If this nigga die, then a lot of niggas gon' die
Its gona be an eye for an eye, consequences and repercussion
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