Unreleased Emotions Lyrics

Lil Trap and in diss bitch

Really, I miss you song type shit

You feel me

They took my brother ain't gon' cap fucked up so bad

Speak on H, we yo ass I'm gettin' mad, might go And crash

Doin' 80 on a dash, I'm in the whip, bullets gon' Clash

My mental ain't fuckin' right, I need the bros call up Luh spazz

And I don't got to earn no stripes , I took your pack, I passed the class

U said ah ball, go for about 80

U Tryna tax go do the math

And when the fuck was you en gangsta, ain't

Touch ah nails above my finger

You see the bros, they screamin danger ', aint come to' play, I'll really hang ya

I miss the bros so fuckin' bad

Remember when we touched a bag

One dead , and one in jail, that shit is really fuckin' sad

I miss my bro, what the fuck goin' on

Remember them times , we was pushing sum strong

I turn that nigga to some ash , they speak on you, they hella strong

Mari dead What the fuck goin' on

And if ah , nigga speak on H, Dats 16 shots go to his dome

And Curt locked up, what the fuck goin' on

Right hand man, that's my big bro, you know we so locked in for sure

Remember when you had that pole

Heart stoppers if you know you know

If it was me and you, against the world

Who in the world would fuckin' stop us

I swore a nigga spoke on H, I motherfuckin' dropped

It's free lil Curt and Long live Mari , bros, I miss you 4L

I swear my nigga Curt in the lock, he ain't gon' fuckin' tell

Oh yeah, he say he smoking H, that nigga dead now, what's that smell