Again ft. CountEmOut Lyrics

Niggas talking out they out mouth

Watch me sin again

Why you staring at my bitch

She wouldn't even be your friend

Just got caught up on some shit

But here I come again

All this money God forbids I hit a lick again

Glock automatic turn that nigga to a hoe

I got forces on my feet

Choppas like commando

Glock came with a beam

No number no code

You screaming like a lil bitch

Like you seen a fucking ghost (you did)

Caught lacking

Stupid with em captions

We posted up with glocks

Posted up with automatics

Yea I be singing but I'm also about that action

Got your bitch singing "BAD" while he out here bashing

Bitch I'm on some shit

That you wish that you was

All my niggas with it

All my niggas day ones

Glock came with a switch

And it came with a drum

Smoking so much runts

Got me coughing up a lung

Who the fuck is you lil bitch

Ion know your name

Choppas in the cut but the glocks got hella range

Ima fuck that bitch from the back

Give her no wedding ring

In love with the money

Them blue hundreds they gonna make it rain

Run up to your block

Send a hundred shots

Running from the cops

Nigga I used to serve em rocks

I aint trying to box

Put that 30 to your top

Bitch we sipping syrup

But this syrup worth a lot

gang

Niggas talking out they out mouth

Watch me sin again

Why you staring at my bitch

She wouldn't even be your friend

Just got caught up on some shit

But here I come again

All this money God forbids I hit a lick again

Glock automatic turn that nigga to a hoe

I got forces on my feet

Choppas like commando

Glock came with a beam

No number no code

You screaming like a lil bitch

Like you seen a fucking ghost

All that dissing

Heard they turned em to a ghost

Brodie tried to hit a biscuit

Yea he love to do the most

Yea I know that nigga dead

I can see him through the smoke

Brodie geeking off the meds

If he catch em then he toast

We tryna lay some shit to bed

Brodie shoot like D Rose

We tryna turn em special ed

Hollows fuck up his clothes

He gonna die from what he said

Brodie wiping his nose

Slattt

Niggas talking out they out mouth

Watch me sin again

Why you staring at my bitch

She wouldn't even be your friend

Just got caught up on some shit

But here I come again

All this money God forbids I hit a lick again

Glock automatic turn that nigga to a hoe

I got forces on my feet

Choppas like commando

Glock came with a beam

No number no code

You screaming like a lil bitch

Like you seen a fucking ghost (you did)