[OBN Jay:]
What up, Rippah?
Oh, oh
Tryna pick my heart from off the ground, I feel it’s hard for me
I wrap up them wounds before I lay down, I wrap my scars to sleep
Tryna pick my heart from off the ground, I feel it’s hard for me
Wrap up the wounds before I lay down, I wrap my scars to sleep
Don’t understand, how could you let me down? Say, bro, don’t bother me
That fake shit, I never knew how to do it, that shit be hard for me
Ho cross the line, I cut her off, I’ma make sure the bitch don’t play again
Drippin’ major sauce when I step out, I guess I’m settin’ trends
Cautious of fake shit, fuck gettin’ close, no, I can’t let you in
Come through with them yoppers, youngins hangin’ out the Sprinter van
We rollin’ on Perkies, puff on the X, ready to do whatever
Police took my burner, I had to go cop a new Beretta
Was young as the fuck, pops had went to jail, he steady writin’ letters
Now I’m growin’ up like thug life, they say his daddy in him
We movin’ in the fast time, don’t play with my mental
I’ll spend my last dime to bring back all my niggas
And now I’m on the headline, I’m chasin’ buku figures
Shout out to my niggas livin’ grimy, them my fuckin’ slizzards
I been gettin’ oh so high, tryna take my pain away
I know that all the good die young, but I just can’t today, oh no
I been grindin’ for a minute, I’m just tryna get a roll
Bitch, just stay up out my business, I don’t say, then you don’t know
Tryna pick my heart from off the ground, I feel it’s hard for me
Wrap up the wounds before I lay down, I wrap my scars to sleep
Don’t understand, how could you let me down? Say, bro, don’t bother me
That fake shit, I never knew how to do it, that shit be hard for me
Ho cross the line, I cut her off, I’ma make sure the bitch don’t play again
Drippin’ major sauce when I step out, I guess I’m settin’ trends
Cautious of fake shit, fuck gettin’ close, no, I can’t let you in
Come through with them yoppers, youngins hangin’ out the Sprinter van
[JayDaYoungan:]
Slide through with them sticks, fuck who you with, bitch, we gon’ spin a bend
Up the drake and hit and if we miss we still gon’ spin again
No, I ain’t got no pic so when I spit I aim above the chin
I live the life of sin, you fuck with mines, I bring yours to an end
Feel I can’t win, all my brothers in the pen
I can’t do no friends, they all pussy and pretend
And these scary ass niggas, they know what it is
They be throwin’ up slang through the wind
If we catch ’em in traffic, we gon’ let ’em have it
My steppers, they gon’ do you in
I been tryna keep my head high but that shit hard for me
I be on them Perkies every night, it’s hard to sleep
He touch my chain, I gotta take a life, step on that boy for me
We at your house, you know this shit outside, all in your yard, we creep
[OBN Jay:]
Tryna pick my heart from off the ground, I feel it’s hard for me
Wrap up the wounds before I lay down, I wrap my scars to sleep
Don’t understand, how could you let me down? Say, bro, don’t bother me
That fake shit, I never knew how to do it, that shit be hard for me
Ho cross the line, I cut her off, I’ma make sure the bitch don’t play again
Drippin’ major sauce when I step out, I guess I’m settin’ trends
Cautious of fake shit, fuck gettin’ close, no, I can’t let you in
Come through with them yoppers, youngins hangin’ out the Sprinter van
Ayy, oh, woah-oh-oh
Oh-ooh-oh, oh, woah-oh-oh
Oh, woah, oh-ooh, woah-oh-oh
OBN, da-da-da-da
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
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