Bubba & Charles Lyrics

Bury me a gangster like Bubba and Charles

Nigga got hit all in his face trying to reach for that rod

You gone keep shining baby long as you reach for the stars

We gone keep grinding baby long as they reaching for hard

Shit be so pussy nowadays it's like beefing with broads

Im sleep in bushes niggas posting n tweeting like they hard

Few years ago full of that Sherm just geeking on Harding

Now a nigga nervous when we pull up they speak to the Gods

And I'm just praying they don't hit me or face me or frisk me

Sit my black ass inside that cell and give me 160

I just wanna ball sit with my kids and count up 250

They just wanna talk my life on dnd bitch I'm too busy

Trying know the bank teller on a first name basis

Straight to the point we don't really do the litigations

Less it's bout a bankroll or court case I'm facing

Nigga play crazy ima face em

Look at my boots you know they laced em

Tied to tongue with it

We don't really do the one on one with it

Anybody go against mine gotta be a young nigga or a dumb nigga

Either way watch I walk down like recess and have fun with em

Either way shit hit the fan watch I take whatever finna come with it

I'm cold

Guess Life took a toll

The streets took my heart now I'm just taking what I'm owed

I go off facts and what I know they go off what they told

When I go off they don't do shit but put pictures on that pole

And I'm just praying they don't hit me