Civilian Lyrics

Fuck it, put em up in a stone

Spend all my money on drank

I take a shot, I can't chase

I spill the tris all over the floor, looks like I'm back in the mud again

Big ass AR-15 up on my lap, I might pull it out a bang

You don't really want no smoke with us, my niggas takin' novacaine

So they can't feel a thing, run up on us, they spill your brains

Gang got real street niggas, we got real drug dealers

We got real deal drillers, we all tryna make a living

I get so high up off this cup, it's like they took the ceiling

Fuckin' with us, you could end up in the hospital, off penicillin

They say Dom, you so cool, but I'm the villain playing victim

The roof caved in the trap house, and they still tryna evict me

It wasn't my fault, now, it was the dude who fuckin' built it

It's the audacity, she pulled up tryna fuck with my feelings

What you bank with Wells or Chase, Bitch I'm tryna hit these millions

You say you with all of that gunplay, boy, you really a civilian

I know I got something deep down and I would not sign for a million

Bitch, if you with me, cut the feelings

I don't wanna hear no sob stories, bitch, how you expect me to deal with it

She said she only want me, bitch, I don't got no feelings

Pour that Tris up in my cup, now you see how I been feelin

I told her that I only love her, she could not believe it

I shouldn't have said those three words, she ended up packin' bags and leavin

It turned me to a demon, she just wanted me to start feining

I'm already off all of these drugs, bitch, I can't even really feel it

I told her I'd give her the world, she not an ordinary girl

I done lost my train of thought, crushin' up the molly

Puttin' syrup inside of that pop, they can't ever end up catchin' us

And if they do, its fuck the law

Spend all my money on drank

I take a shot, I can't chase

I spill the tris all over the floor, looks like I'm back in the mud again

Big ass AR-15 up on my lap, I might pull it out a bang

You don't really want no smoke with us, my niggas takin' novacaine

So they can't feel a thing, run up on us, they spill your brains

Gang got real street niggas, we got real drug dealers

We got real deal drillers, we all tryna make a living

I get so high up off this cup, it's like they took the ceiling