again - trapboytuff lyrics
bad b*tch bad b*tch ouu she bad to the bone
she want a birkin imma give her what she want
she already knew that i was down bad on my own
she was there for me when i was on my own
i was sipping codeine out a styrofoam
if i was locked up in the pen would you write me back
cause you know you the only one that had my back
cold night and cold days my brothers stay with straps
if you ain’t gang you can’t get no dap from me
run up on the gang we put you down we talking bout six*feet
i remember i was down bad on my own they use to laugh at me
my brothers stay with glocks and beams
stay down with the gang and never switch up on the team
you know i’m winning always on go with my brothers
yeah they my brothers yeah they my brothers
yeah uh
all i had was vlone that’s my only friend
aye
dive in that water i ain’t even have fins
down bad on my own up in the fields they had no bases
so i wasn’t safe had the glock on my side it had no safety
uh, f*cking the baddest b*tches and the baddest hoes no they not basic
uh, they give me sloppy toppy that sh*t really amazing
ok ok in the field toting ks
i just wanna get away
it feel like i’m stuck up in a maze
i just wanna have better days
i got n*ggas in the field carrying bricks
they trynna build themself a family
that choppa on me no nle
in the field with the heat
it was cold outside so i had to bring that heat on me
n*ggas weird n*ggas fake just like a decoy
im in the field making big noise
you know we brother if we sliding with them tools together
cause we go slide yea in any weather
ion care if its wet outside we stay with umbrellas
ion care if its cold outside we stay with that heat on us
i stay with that thirty on me i up the pole i lay em’ down
me and my pole a perfect chemistry
you know im in field i had no cleats on me
i was down bad on my own n0body to lean on
smoking that gas pack just to revive my lungs
i just wanna win
i just wanna win
i just wanna win
i just wanna win
i just wanna win
you my brother if you sliding with them fn’s
my n*ggas go to war like they in pakistan
these n*ggas i cannot stand
these hoes i cannot stand
we making noise with them pot’s n pan’s
headband like a taliban
high den’ a b*tch ion think i can land
ion think i can land
matter of fact they wanna blend in
shoot at the opp hop i hop in the booth again
again and again
all my brothers slide with the fn
im in the booth with the mac again
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