Made me do it ft. Trey Finesse & Scream Yungceejayy Lyrics

Look

King Ace

How could I lack

When all of my brothers tote straps

When I got Rey watching my back

Long Live bro for you Imma spaz

They tried to throw dirt on my name

I done turned the pain to fame

Two shots to his face leave it rearranged

All of the anger pent up

And we was sliding in any weather

I'm with a few troops who tote big screws for a few dudes we causing collisions

He tried to slide and died on that mission

Get on the internet and bang but he just a victim

He ain't on none of that he just a civilian

ASK the guys you know how we winning

Wanna see what he was thinking

He tried to run in the crib

He ain't know I keep a rick now his brain on the ceiling

Can't lie it was hard to live

From the 45 broken down apartments

Yeah we came straight from the bottom

This shit ain't suiting me

Hold on

This shit ain't suiting me

Did my time now I'm over the foolery

I'm bout my money ice out my jewelry

I sold my soul for bread and gold

I'm just used to this

We ain't have it then now we copping shit

With the guys I know they ain't ever fold

With the guys I know they ain't ever fold

Never fold on the guy's I'd never

On the way up with our foot on the pedal

A 100 some shots finna fly out this metal

I'm running it up I might win me a medal

She think we dating I ain't tryna settle

Your bitch get a facial then I never met her

Don't care if she fallin you won't see me catch her

I'll ball a bitch heart up like a letter

Cutthroat business I need a million

G-locks with us we toting switches

You can get put in a box for dissing

You'd be that dead nigga in 'em pictures

We aim for head when we get to clicking

Knock off his dreads when we on that mission

He moving fed acting like a witness

We'll find his BM crib and pay a visit

Dude got walked down like who did it

Brodie let off rounds niggas trippin

We strapped up like fallout for the mission

We bringing out drakes nigga fuck a pistol

And I know niggas change they'll shape shift

Up it and hit his brain where his face went

I got precise aim when the K spit

Ceejayy gon' cook a nigga like thanksgiving

Smoking on strong now I feel like I'm Hercules

Niggas be bitches they talking bout hurting me

I got the bag she talkin bout Birkin me

She just like Riri cause she put that work on me

Niggas be bitches and bitches they act like these niggas

I swear that a nigga don't get it

Niggas be capping all up in them captions

I pull up and pop out and hit at his fitted

Got plenty shots coming right out that Bentley

Pull out that pamper just to leave 'em shitty

Just like Von I hit a fuck nigga make him have an out of body experience

Pull up like POG them bullets they pierce 'em

I'm never lacking this shit can get serious

Brodie pop out from that cut make a nigga leak like a bitch on her period