Yung Stakks - Never

Pills got my face hot
Weed got my face hot
Grams got my face hot
Two stoves eight pots niggas know how we rock
Niggas know we really in these streets
A never slime my homie for no paper
A never go out sad bout a bitch cause I'm a player
Bro don't speak up on the business cause these niggas they a tell
They know it's all well and behind that it's all shells
I'm a double seal it
Let it sit see if it smell
And if it pass the test the it's gon' make it through the mail
My dog tried to play me knowing I took a couple L's
Greedy ass nigga cut him off I should've nailed him
Done sent his homie off out here tweaking got him killed
See on that liquor heavy we gon' catch him while he pilt
Walk up on him do him nasty 4nem bell off in the whip
What you niggas know bout murder tell me what you niggas killed
We ain't going for no attempts we ain't blowing below the chest
And we still on that car tryna put him in a mix
Nigga gon' get some more practice if you tryna kill the biggest
Thirsty to link up with some hoes I'ma have a bitch kill him
Be in the cut with them members, real killers, money getters, brick flippers, case senders
Them my niggas from the trenches
Found a plug put on my niggas I ain't go spend it on bitches
And we all stand on that business nigga yeah
Out west cutting back to back lambs, bro nem tryna race
Knowing I ain't got my L's might have to take em on the chase
Niggas see me tryna shake my hand like they ion fuck with the opps
If he saw me then he tucked his tail cause he wanna get popped
Lately on bullshit a lot cause these drugs don't help my problems
Every time I think about it wanna catch another body
Sold this OG like exotic sprayed on it now it's tropic
I just triple up the profit they ain't rocking like I'm rocking
I lift my niggas up ain't tryna finesse em out no paper
Ain't looking for shit in return if I ever did a favor
How you coming big player, bitch slayer cut you off cause I don't feel
Niggas been hating from the jump like it's so hard to keep it real
Yeah I been hitting her for a minute but don't confuse me with the help
That's why I call it self made cause I did it by myself
Before I had the bitch do it yeah I flew it by myself
I had to go and get to it gotta get right couldn't be left
Even tho we banging that shit to the left though man
You know how we coming nigga huh
Fin

Written by:
Raynard Carlton

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