b4b Lyrics

Fuck boy talking 'bout band for band

I'm saying let's go clip for clip

Thinking 'bout my life back then

When everything was just simple as shit

Free all my dawgs up out of them bricks

Bruddanem just got caught up with glicks

Walked in the party, we all got sticks

Quiet down when I'm talking my shit

Just smoked another opp down like a stizz

Got a BB belt, but not Bird Biz

Went and bought my bitch the brand new Hermes

And my girl don't want me with no other bitch

And I told her that's fine, that's perfect

She the only one that's worth it

'Cause nobody wanted to fuck with me

Back when I ain't have no ice

I'm from the ghetto, baby, I'm a project baby

I ain't used to growing up nice

I done doubled back on the pills again

Baby, I don't relapsed twice

I'm just praying to God every night

That I don't fuck around and lose my goddamn life

Still fucked up from the Xans, feel like without 'em can't sleep at night

Seems like ever since I quit, ain't nothing been going goddamn right

Still got some rings from winning, like championships

Guess the kid turned out alright

Got the devil on my shoulder

Telling me to kill these motherfuckers, he ain't nice

These pussies won't here from the first day

These pussies won't here for the birthdays

These pussies kicked me down on my worst days

So I'ma say fuck em all, that's the first thing

Been tryna do these lil' pussies in the worst way

Grab an AR-15 and just hurt gangs

He don't do nothing but just talk on them beats

That pussy play word games

I'm a real-deal killer, really mean what I say

That's my word, ay

Might change this shit from PG SAINT to the Murk Tape

Fuck all they dead guys, they just shirt faces

I'll piss on they grave, turn they shit to a dirt lake

Killed two of your men and you 'bout to go and get a third chain

Your mans was a rat, when we killed him should've heard him beg

Got a Glock with a dick in my pants, that's my third leg

Told y'all you should die, ain't regret it, you deserved that

I don't even wanna talk no more, bring the hook back

'Cause fuck a band for band

Got an army to go man for man, and I'll stand on that

Fuck boy talking 'bout band for band

I'm saying let's go clip for clip

Thinking 'bout my life back then

When everything was just simple as shit

Free all my dawgs up out of them bricks

Bruddanem just got caught up with glicks

Walked in the party, we all got sticks

Quiet down when I'm talking my shit

Just smoked another opp down like a stizz

Got a BB belt, but not Bird Biz

Went and bought my bitch the brand new Hermes

And my girl don't want me with no other bitch

And I told her that's fine, that's perfect

She the only one that's worth it

'Cause nobody wanted to fuck with me

Back when I ain't have no ice

I'm from the ghetto, baby, I'm a project baby

I ain't used to growing up nice

I done doubled back on the pills again

Baby, I don't relapsed twice

I'm just praying to God every night

That I don't fuck around and lose my goddamn life

Still fucked up from the Xans, feel like without 'em can't sleep at night

Seems like ever since I quit, ain't nothing been going goddamn right

Still got some rings from winning, like championships

Guess the kid turned out alright

Got the devil on my shoulder

Telling me to kill these motherfuckers, he ain't nice