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Screwly G
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Screwly G
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(Loudestro)
Hmm, hmm
Ayy, ayy, uh
Thug ****, I be on gangster shit
I need a gangster bitch
She one fine, you know that's my kind, tell her come chill with me
Tell her come by to come kick it with me
You ain't nothin' like them hoes, bae, you special to me
Fuck a ex ****, look better with me
Come be with the one and count money with me
Tote on my fire while she rollin' with me
Watchin' these cars while she rollin' my weed
Lay on your side just to get me some sleep
At the crib, my lil' cousin be bringin' me peace
Roll up a opp back to back and I chief
Fiend' for the lean, I love sippin' Codeine
When I be so high, when I don't feel a thing
Know what it look like, it's not what it seems
If Boogi ain't died, wonder how would it be
If my daddy ain't died, wonder where would I be
I seen 'em dead and I turned to the streets
My cousin had died, it be botherin' me
No appetite, it be hard for to eat
Know how it feel to leave blood in the streets
Word around town they got money on me
Fuck it, though, I'm strapped, 9, what up?
2018, was four deep in the Jeep
Bounce out the back, we ain't blow out the V
Kill off the love, I ain't chargin' a fee
My brothers, keep 'em, it's tatted on me
Tell 'em free Celly, frontlinin' the beef
Tell 'em free Jizz, on my side we would creep
Go to the crib and have sex with a freak
Been a long a day, I've been grindin' all week
Tryin' to be the best I can be
One day, gon' be rich, know it's destined for me
Rest in piss to the opps, ain't no restin' in peace
I don't fuck with too many, more jealous of me
Opps want me to die, ain't no steppin' on me
Bro'll kill for a feat, still'll pay for the beat
Jumped in that water and drowned, it was deep
You gon' die tryna tussle, ain't no wrestlin' me
Gas out the car, spin 'til it's on E
Thinkin' 'bout murders, them thoughts, it won't leave
Man with a plan, got a trick up my sleeve
Nightmares from the shit that I saw and I see
Stain on his shirt from the chop', made 'em bleed
Nana be scared, say she worry 'bout me
Callin' my phone, always checkin' on me
Nana, I'm cool, just keep prayin' for me
Nana, I'm straight, I'm good (I'm good)
Most opps can't go to they hood (They hood)
Won't die for your bro, I would (I would)
Suicidal, my brain, I feel like I should (I should)
Still dealin' with the same old pain
Different day, same shit, goin' through the same things
Everything been feelin' so strange
**** writin' statements and givin' out names
Spin for my bro, my gang
"Ffft", shot the switch with they aim
I was a kid tryna kick it with Tanq
I earned my stripes, I got me a name
Boog' in his grave and ain't nothin' the same
Said that it would but I knew it wouldn't change
Tryna cope with the drugs just to live with the pain
Depression came back and took over my brain
Still ain't get better, they said that it would
Don't nobody get me, I'm misunderstood
Run away far away, so I would if I could
Showin' love to some **** ain't made me no good
Blood, a lil' **** just wanna see blood
It is what it is and you thought what it was
Mom, I'm a gangster, mom I'm a thug
Just like my daddy, I'm missin' this love
Outside with the chopper, I ain't go in the club
No remorse for the opps, all we got is some slugs
Keep the handshakes and keep all the fake love
My pops raised a gunner, I'm far from a scrub
If you know then you know, off a Perc', sell a bud
Every chance that I get, I break bread with my cuz
Gunner, get bodies, abusin' them drugs
Ain't nothin' alright, I ain't been havin' no fun
Got up some smoke, had to get me a gun
Spin on the opps, send some shots and they run
So much weight on my shoulders, it feel like a ton
Thought we wouldn't win but we already won
Need some forgiveness for shit that I done
Cuz still in jail 'cause he ain't got a bond
Just me and lil' Boog', we supplied all the guns
Steady callin' on Boog', can't accept that he gone
Huh, can't accept that he gone
Written by: Screwly G
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