Hear It Back (feat. Moneybagg Yo)
(LouieMontana)
(Beezo need cash only)
I got my brother's name in the bio
I remember runnin' away from a Tahoe
I witnessed niggas dyin' but they ain't cry though
.40 on me, insurance Geiko
Bitches ain't fuckin', she thinkin' I'm givin' her money
I told that lil' bitch to, \"Skedaddle\"
Me, I'm a real one, you gotta come show me you fuckin'
Before I even pay for the travel
I'm in the Track' rollin' up Runtz Red
Not a 'Woods, pass me a grabba
I done seen niggas y'all used to look up to back then become my shadow
I got watches, cost me a half a ticket
It ain't even got diamonds in it
If you smoke, you can't sell it
I'ma be real, it's bad for business
F8 'Rarri, who said sorry, that car's fast, pass the limit
Pull up to Magic, I don't even put on a mask for real, shake ass and titties
I know the owner
I get a call from jail, they locked him the cell for Corona
I told 'em give it some time, they'll let 'em come home
If they willing to get a diploma
I'm still mad what happen to brodie
I told her don't bring up a nigga before me
She thinkin' he lit 'cause he got a lil' money
And a little G-Wagon with a little ass Rollie
I'm too big for that
Why you takin' my picture while I'm asleep?
Bitch, you weird for that
Takin' care of your kids and you they daddy
You don't get cheers for that (cheers for that)
Take you back for the shit you did
But this, you can't get cured for that
I done seen a nigga cheer with a rat
And tell him, \"I could never live with that\"
I done told a nigga a thousand times that I love him
I ain't even it hear it back (hear it back, hear it back, hear it back)
(Go)
In the trap, tryna fill up a duffle
My only meal, Jungle Juice and some Ruffles
Half of my profits went straight to the plug
So I had to make that shit double (taxin')
Fast forward, smokin' bowls of Trufflez ('Za)
Big mansion, different bitches to cuddle (ugh)
Big ol' dripper
Put down the yellow sign 'fore they slip in a motherfuckin' puddle
Ain't no killer, but, nigga, don't push me
Breakin' news, he got hit with a fully
Really chilly, ice on top of my hoodie (cool)
Diamonds dancin' like a stripper at Tootsie's
I don't give a fuck who hit it first
You was tryin' shit, that don't mean nothin' to me (so)
Told the bitch, \"When I get your body done
Ain't no body count, reset the pussy\" (haha)
Don't expect love from niggas no more (why?)
Get on 'em drugs and act a lil' slow (throwed)
Fake ass gangsta, ain't uppin' no scope (ho)
Bet you can't name one nigga I owe (try)
Sip my sins every pint I pour (cry)
Thought I was stuck but I was just broke
They choosin' on us, we don't show out for hoes (clown)
If you ain't gon' ride then you gotta roll (bye)
compositores: Durk Banks - Demario White Jr. - Bishop Grinnage - Clifton Ball - Mark Nikolaev
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