March 1st ft. Mooder 3ks Lyrics

And it's Shaq day again

Know my heart still hurt

Know I'm missing you twin, like damn time be moving fast

Can't believe it's been 6 years, like damn that time be moving fast

Like nigga we was just kids

I remember that time you had that Mac with tha stick up on it

Big nigga, pick a nigga, my dawg step on any opponent

Brudda ain waste no time, he up that mmm, he a get up on it

I can't tell ya a time that I ain never seen that bitch up on em

I wish I can show yo da hellcat

We spin more than Amtrak, like doggy I'm tha plug now

Get it shipped, dawg this shit thrax

Niggas still bitches, turn shit to pack

Get a R.I.P like it was wax

Get a fa, fa, fa, boa we did that shit fa Shaq

Heaven need a phone line, I got plays that call now

Ten thousand in my pocket baby shid I can't pick up tha phone now

So much shit done changed down here

Two thousand like pocket change round here

Off-white, Louis Vuitton my gear

This Drac a take whatever I give

We make niggas push-up

Make this glock rock like a hiccup

Infant ass need a bib, tha way he spittin up

Tha opps need a win, tha way they gettin crushed

Every time tha opps spin, turn they ass to dust

Brother died two years ago, taking too many pills still can't heal tha shit that I feel tha most

Like mmm-hmm

Murder got shit divided, I'm hurt they killed tha bros

Like mmm-hmm

Soon we get that drop, go jump out wit that drac

Back in forth on interstates

Bro went fed not in tha state

I go get a job and den get sum za den put food ona plate

So much shit done changed down here

Back window I'a hang out there

I'm tryna go catch a brain fa them niggas who playing witcho name down here

Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm

Too gon off roxy

Got bruddas doin they bid gon off scripts of suboxone

Anything I give you my twin then we locked in

Push up wit da chop stick

Deno got tha glock 10

Probation at my door, I'm flushing dope all down tha toilet

Couldn't even get my sack right, I ain gon lie I felt extorted

That lil money them niggas be gettin

I'a fuck around and pour it

Mix tha football wit that lean, I'a send a nigga to tha top floor

Heaven need a phone line, I got plays that call now

Ten thousand in my pocket baby shid I can't pick up tha phone now

So much shit done changed down here

Two thousand like pocket change round here

Off-white, Louis Vuitton my gear

This Drac a take whatever I give