Just Another Song Lyrics

(Girl, Za made another one)

With my skis!

My granddad been getting better by the day

Every time I get some mail, I hate to see it from the state

Hud my granny tight as hell, the other one still in the A

Hold my money tight as hell, I leave some shit still in the bank

I love my city, but I wanna get out this poverty stricken place

How everything been taking place? I'm on papers, so my PO said I can't

Put us all in the hill, might as well just start calling me Hank

I ain't catcalling no skank, or no ratballing ass snakes

Buying whatever out these stores, like we never had taste

But we never had hope

How you on the same shit can tell you never had growth

Apple don't fall far from the tree, or however that saying go

Me and pops the same nigga, had to let that pain go

Me and bro just caught a case, they put us in that same boat

I was like Usain Bolt

Trying to run me up a check

Trying to put a charm around my neck

Trying to get my business credit up, so the bank could give me more

If he thinking with his dick, best believe he sent a ho

Move low, move like immigrants

Moving with some dark tint, we moving militant

He seen that bullet hit the head, and lost his innocence

I guess we different in a sense

Shit, I was into cents

Nigga, I was in the trenches, calling bingo on a Bent'

She love how I call my niggas skis, my lingo, get me sex

Ain't been chilling with my migos, guess my life done got off set

Everything a nigga been through, I look up say I'm highly blessed

These VVs in my ear, wet as hell, got body sweat

I'd be a ho-ass nigga if I ain't had nobody back

He a killer, but you don't know he in a suit with no body tats

Damn, I sell Legend shit, everybody getting taxed

LON don't gloat, or shit on niggas, ain't on lax'

Trying to crunch these numbers up, trying to do some taxes

Trying to drive scats and get plaques, and up racks on all rats

Bro was in the passenger with me, in all black

90 on the bottom of that blick, it's All That

Granddaddy like 90 some years, thought God was calling him back

She the first bitch who I seen just fall back, cold turkey

Left a nigga all confused, but won't hurt me

And I brought my gun with me inside the church before

Seem like the ones you need, the ones you hurt the most

What the fuck

Dropping cash on all this shit, I'm a clutz

Bitch asking me what I'm gon' offer, nothing much

Nothing but dick, hit dog with a gun butt

Me and this bitch on some drunk shit, end up getting me handcuffed

Had to get some bands up to the court system

Gremski always been hisself, he stay authentic

He had lead like classrooms, and it then chalked niggas

I love the shit outta my pops even when I don't talk to him

Granddad been getting better by the day

Every time I get some mail, I hate to see it from the state

Hug my granny tight as hell, the other one still in the A

Hold my money tight as hell, I leave some shit still in the bank

I love my city, but I wanna get out this poverty stricken place

How everything been taking place, I'm on papers so my PO said I can't

Put us all in the hills, might as well just start calling me Hank

I ain't cat calling no skanks, or no rat balling ass snakes