Stg Lyrics

I will make that shit now

Wanna waste my time

I call my lawyer

He's the best lawyer in Miami

He's such a good lawyer

that by tomorrow morning

you're gonna be working in Alaska

So dress warm

A couple thousand in my right pocket

You keep it real and keep it solid

Bitch I might drop it, just hold it down

If I go down then we for life rocking

If you was with me when I was down then we gon' skyrocket

I can make it easy

Ten just off a powder play

My grower niggas showing niggas sell a pound to shake

I was high yesterday, I'm on the ground today

I'm a vet, been off the porch to serve the thousand J's

They all left when I was down but they gon' double back

Remember being fiends with ru and all them dummy packs

Give me a ticket on them 50's bring a hundred back

I love the hood but once I leave bitch I ain't coming back

You gotta deal with it

Can have her twice, I had her once just bein real with it

I don't do no social beef, I'm in the field with it

I drop my ex off with her next, sometime I still hit it

Every time I drop the Rex bitch I get chills in it

Eleventh grade I had the oxys, I'm the pill nigga

Just cause you talk and carry Glocks don't make you real nigga

You spent your life all in the crib bitch I'm a field nigga

Jumped in that water into beef the Navy Seal niggas

I wouldn't lie about it

I put my life into the K's bitch I'ma die about it

I gave my life all to the game

Mama don't cry about it

Take one of mines, take two of yours

Bitch I'ma ride about it

I swear to God nigga

Don't come around me talking real if you a fraud nigga

I made my name off bussing things and serving hard nigga

But I'm a smart nigga

And I'ma last all through the rain, the snow is hard nigga

I put my dope out through the hood, it's off the charts nigga

I get the bullseye every time bitch I'm the dart nigga

Jumped in that water, you a guppy, we some sharks nigga

My lil dog will paint your shirt like he the art nigga

I swear to God nigga

You ain't on top just play a role

I could send them if I tell them they gon' go

He on Snapchat, Showin Poles, but if he seen him he won't score

Free my dogs, that's up the road

Fuck Eberhart I'm off parole

You could pay me all in work if you want me to do a show

Rap money coming slow, I'm thanking God for letting it snow

I thank God for rainy days, cause shit I needed that

The snakes done took my heart away, shit I don't need it back

All my hoes want my heart, they'll probably bleed for that

I got love for all my hoes, but ain't no strings attached

If I ever said I love you, I was meaning that

Shit I thought they really loved me, I was green for that

I swear to God nigga