Lemonade Lyrics

Ayy, pass me the 23 with the button

We Chase shit down, these niggas be Fakin nd cappin

It's Goaty

Okay

We was the ones in the back hoppin' Out so fast

And Chasing shit down till he hit

I shoot off the rip , don't even gotta 1-2-3 me

I bet I'ma catch me a vic

It was cool when they dissed

But I ain't gon' really say much

Just wait till I see yall again

All that lackin' and playin

Now yo mama cryin' and lying

Talkin' bout he was so innocent

But we play too

We make niggas run inna house

And he ain't got a pipe, he ain't shoot

Probably used to be cool

Till niggas had did what they did

Now that's why yo bro on the news

We catchin' you too

You thought you was safe skipping States

But you ain't make it you ran from The beef

And I can't lie, some days

I can't go to sleep

I be up probably fiendin' for b's

Or lookin' for green

Sometimes I be losin' my mind

Whenever I can't find the lean

They thinkin' I'm mean

But really, I don't like to talk

You'll get it if you was like me

I just wanna check

It was funny when I was down bad

Now niggas mad, they on they ass

I gave em a pass

But next time I see them lil' boys

You know I'ma get on they ass

Cmon

Them niggas was faking bout rec till Bro nem had got on they ass

I know them my cousins it's fuck em I can't wait to catch em I bet ima get On they ass

But Lo inna back wit a chop and Switch tryna hop out he moving too Fast I told him just wait up real quick

Let me park the V Then we gon' turn up they shit fast

Alright

His lil' ass was nameless till Bro

Made him famous

He ain't known for pullin' skits

He known for dyin

And gettin' hit by the switch

That dole lemonade Shit, it came From him

Cause his ass died a goofy

You know it's still free twitch

You can't tell me shit Bout my Brother, bitch

Alright

We the ones gettin' that gang

Them niggas be hidin' and cappin

I was the one hoppin out

Tryna show these lil' niggas what's crackin

I a bounce out all on da 4

And I know all the cuts, that's my Block

But fuck my hood fasho

And all they ass gotta get popped

Fuck all the opps

Them niggas be fakin' in songs

Them niggas not pullin' no skits

I said it before

Y'all know we the ones in the back

Tryna hop out and catch us a Vic

They was fakin' them hits

Them niggas ain't ever slide on us

Them niggas ain't ever shot shit

I hate to get lit

The last nigga died inna party

But he ain't get hit by a switch

I hate how It went

The first body died that wa'nt on Purpose

But can't wait to catch one on Purpose

I had niggas learnin

Was showing niggas how to hop out

And how to go get em a strike

I'm a thief in the night

I be robbin And takin' shit down

Whenever the sun ain't around

He got em one now

But still that don't make him a gangster

That nigga a bitch with a pipe

I a strike Inna night

I a strike Inna day

we had niggas runnin

And hittin' them gates

That nigga froze up

When he see my face

He like, no, that's Nas

We might just get chased